Welcome to the Rest of Your Life: Today I was sitting in Cracker Barrell shoving down a few biscuits and looked around and made a startling revelation: I am no longer young. I was listening to Mary and LaVelda drone on about places that they lived, things that had happened etc. LaVelda was recounting an experience with her father that happened 40 years ago. I realized that anyone who can retain memories from 40 years prior is not any longer priveldged to call themselves young. I can't remember back 40 years very well, but I do a fairly good job with 39 years back, and it just gets worse going forward. I know, some of you more seasoned citizens will tell me that I I should be grateful for any memory at all, but it was just one of those moments. I looked and saw a few younger families trying to get their young ones settled in, but the place was mostly seniors, and us.

I am not complaining mind you, I don't mind being older. I have a lady at church who tells me that I need cream for my wrinkles (I don't see them, but guess they are there). A guy remarks about the hair club that he is in and that I need to join. Look, I am happy with what I have. If I am going bald that is God's concern not mine. As for the wrinkles, they just show that I laugh a lot (or squint in the sun, which I understand is a good thing). Six more years I start getting a discount at McDonalds, and the long awaited first issue of Modern Maturity by AARP. So getting older has some.....

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