Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?"*
How about 54? Yep, I turned 54 today, one year away from double-nickels. Part of me keeps saying dear God, How can I be this old?!? Another part says, "Well, its a down-hill slide from here..." And, another part prays that I see another year.
Much earlier in my life I witnessed JFK's inauguration. Up until that time, I thought all presidents were supposed to be old and semi-ugly. And on January 20, 2009, I witnessed Barak Obama's victorious inauguration ceremony, via TV. I would have loved to have been there, but alas, I was not. But things went smoothly despite my absence. I say let's get behind this man and support him 100%! I feel a dark cloud has been lifted from the country. Or a dark force, perhaps?
Bob update: Bob got a tattoo that says "King of Special Forces". He has also issued a challenge to Osama Bin Laden to meet him and fight him man to man, but the "stupid M********ck*r is too chicken...". If he does show up, trust me, I will let you know.
I have this tremendous need to volunteer somewhere. I don't know in what capacity, but I just have the feeling I should be doing something for others. Old people like me pretty well, and I have great respect for the aged in our community, hell, I am the aged in our community! HA! I'll figure something out.
God, grant me the Senility
To forget the people
I never liked anyway,
The good fortune
To run into the ones I do,
And the eyesight
To tell the difference.
*When I'm Sixty-Four Lyrics