Count down … continues

by tamarjacobson

We were all young once …

Thirty seven days until I turn sixty. My friend Hugh says that it is not so bad. He did it and survived! Pretty well too. I remember when I turned fifty I was amazed that the next day I awoke to find I was still the same old me! I guess that will be the same the day after I turn sixty – except for one or two new and different aches and pains. In fact, I feel quite excited about the whole thing. I have been arranging a number of events with various and sundry old friends I love, and quite a bit of travel for work and play around that time. I figure, well, there is no time like the present. I am gathering rosebuds, if I may …

A year ago at Mining Nuggets: Wynnewood Whistle Stop