Today is my seventieth birthday. Hell, I’d need a fire extinguisher to blow out that many candles.
It’s been a fun ride, and I’m thankful to still be rolling forward, if not quite as fast as I used to. Got married for the second time on June 20th. Does marriage age a man? Well, judge for yourself:
That morning, my oldest kid was 41 and I had four grandchildren. Ten minutes later, my oldest kid was 44, I had more kids and grandkids, and I was now a great-grandfather.
And less than a month after the marriage, I’ve become a septuagenarian.
My olditude is obviously…her fault!
<<Oops, error note. My birthday is the 20th. This was supposed to be programmed to put this entry up on that day, when I will be 3,000 miles from home in a place with poor internet connection. (Hey, I warned you early on I’m clumsy with these new-fangled computer things.)
And, damn, marrying that woman is aging me worse than I thought — I apparently just got two weeks older, sooner…>>