My Musings – Over the past year it seems like we’ve lived under the specter of death constantly. The reality, we always live under the specter of death no matter what age we are. And we are constantly counting down (or is it counting up?).
Tento Seventy-Five – When I was a child, I couldn’t wait to be ten, double digits. My oldest son did not quite make it to ten. In ten years I’ll be seventy-five. I can wait.
Thirteen to Seventy-Eight – Thirteen sounded so exciting, a teenager. In thirteen years I’ll be seventy-eight, with thirteen years experience of being a senior citizen.
Sixteento Eighty-One– What about sixteen? Still a teenager but old enough to drive. In sixteen years I’ll be 81, a teenager with dyslexia.
Twenty-One to Eighty-Six – Most of my peers could not wait until they were twenty-one, legal drinking age. If…
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