Vote next Tuesday. It is your country. It is your future. It is your kid’s future.
Regardless of how the economy is doing, there is hope. Grasshopper No.4 is driving a new (2008) Dodge Avenger. Somebody spent the money. Grasshopper No.1 (and favorite son-in-law) are putting in a new kitchen. There are things like new doorways, new counters, new appliances, new floors, and new ceilings. It must be nice. That will hype the economy.
Grandson Collin is apparently heading for California to get training in “advanced hydraulics” as applied to aircraft. Go Collin!
I have a friend John that I exercise with. He is 82 years old. He told me that when he retired, he was only 62 years. Only 62? He made it sound like a young pup. Then I mentioned I turned 70.5 years of age this year and I had to make mandatory withdrawals from my 401k plan. John indicated that because I was so young, I had to be careful to make sure it lasts my lifetime. At 70.5 years of age, John thinks I’m young. He did say when I get older like him (82), I’d find myself slowing down. So there you have it! I’m young and will transition to “getting older at 82”.
Now for some bigger perspective. I watched “60 minutes” last week. One segment was on the life in San Francisco in 1905, the year before the 1906 major earthquake and fire. There was film footage of streetcars in the street and some old Model T Ford cars. The statistic that struck me was in 1905 the average person died at age 47. Now the average age to death is 80. We have come a long way baby.
I am not really sure where I am in the journey of life. I am already 23 years beyond the average age of people in 1905. According to my friend John, I am still young. I have 82 on my radar as a point where I will slow down (according to John). Hmmmm?
The nasty wind is finally gone and the ghosts and goblins will ring our door bell late Sunday afternoon. How could you not like the little darlings? Maybe I could turn off the lights and make believe we are not home.
Stay warm,
Love,
Dad