Getting older.. it’s a funny thing.

Well maybe not. It kind of depends of your sense of humor.

I have a habit of thinking about what was this person or that person doing at this age. Einstein was well on his way to immortality. Many of our  leaders were in there first term of their presidency. John Lennon was dead. Had been for a while. It’s a strange thing to think about, I know.

I do this from time to time, comparing my place in life at this point with others I respect or love.

Let’s see, when I was 6, he were 34 and he was OLD. What did I know, I was only 6.

I remember thinking folks in there 50’s were ancient. Boy what I didn’t know. Fine, there are days I do feel ancient. But for the most part I feel and think the same as I did at say, 20, o.k. maybe 35.  The thought processes are the same. The body creeks and groans a little more but I’m pretty much the same cat I was back then.

Another year rolls along. Why even bring it up?  Past the legal drinking or drafting age, birthdays held little interest to me. A chance to go out celebrate making it one more year. Once I was “legal” what was the big deal? I honestly think your as young as your mind and your body (to a lesser extent) will allow you to be. The mind body thing for me works out to around 26/51.

One of those is my actual age.

This year a ride on the Harley would be nice. If the weather cooperates and I wake up in time. And if I feel up to it. Thank God for ibuprofen.

Have a great year… what ever year it is.