LXII and still in the game

Age is mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Can't say I've always felt that way. Was reminded that on my 40th birthday in Traverse City I threatened bloodshed if the waitresses were cued to sing...and meant it. 40 was an age I didn't want to be.

Come to think of it 50 wasn't much better. What was I thinking ?

September 17th (you didn't guess I was a VIRGO after reading these things ?) I turned 62. Had a terrific time at Ric and Deb's in front of an angry Lake Huron, Avery called to sing happy birthday, which was a hoot, spent an incredible evening reconnecting with old friends we haven't seen in years (my gift to myself), Paul showed up unannounced from K- Zoo for a round of golf with Matt and I (trounced us both) and Avery blew out both candles like 62 times...does it get any better than grandkids and birthday cakes ?. And in a couple of months another milestone, my first social security check. Had a great day and if I missed your's, and likely I did and will, hey, HAPPY BIRTHDAY and to hell with the number.

Hope you all had a great summer.

LIVESTRONG

LIVELONG

Ken