And now I'm 78. Jeez. I didn't think I'd live this long.

[trof]

As a fighter pilot in my 20s I figured I'd go down in a blaze of glory(?) somehow or another. It wasn't that hard to do back then. I lost some friends.

Don't misunderstand, I'm glad I did make it this far. I got to see and enjoy my daughter and my son-in-law and experience their perfect wedding. ($$$$
And be with my grandson and granddaughter.

Miz t and I celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary this year with a trip to Savannah.
Savannah is like New Orleans, but for grown ups.
Beautiful city and great restaurants.

When you're 78 and you read about people dying at 77 and 78 and 79 you start to wonder.
When does my number come up?
I feel OK. A few minor health issues, but controlable by pharmaceuticals (more than I would like).

So anyway...here I am at 78, still perkin' along, long past my predicted sell by date.
WooHoo!