If I happen to live until I’m 100, then I’m 2/3 of the way already

Readers of my blog, this is what you can expect here. Believing I have lots to share, I want to write about this time of life–living of course, but knowing my days are dwindling fast. I am not afraid–well, not too much, so I want to express how I feel at this time. I could easily kick tomorrow or wrinkle away for many years to come. Either way there is much to say. I promise honesty, hopefully a few real insights, and humor. This is my platform.

Growing up in the fifties did not prepare me for my current circumstances. Although my house on 14th and Ohio, Quincy, Illinois, remained chaotic most of the time (resembling a dysfunctional “Leave It to Beaver”) my memories are flooded with an aura of safety and long days of doing whatever I wanted.

And then around 1960 everything started to go to hell. Assassinations, protests, wars, craziness took over. Caught unprepared, I hugged my experiences of that comfortable decade I grew up in. Despite all these many years since, I still have a fifties brain. I think you should know this about me.

I’m idealistic and most things are clearly right or wrong. Sometimes I am that poor fish out of water, my gills working feverishly to no avail.

I straddle the fence somewhat but mostly I’m an anachronism. I belong somewhere else in time, but apparently this is my turn, so I will do my best to meet life head on. I will surely die in around 20 years and that’s if I’m lucky. I have much to say that might be valuable to you all. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” Bette Davis observed. I agree. And on my way to that inevitable end we all have,I vow to live my life deliberately. And in the meantime, I have lots to say. Come listen and comment.