60

A couple of weeks ago I turned sixty for the first time. Ah the sixties. I must say I was a bit disappointed about hearing of all that free love, drug use and counter-culture stuff in the 60’s yet I haven’t seen any of it. Although it is possible it is happening after I go to bed at 8:30.

What’s that? That was the 1960’s? Oh, no big deal. I lived thru them already.

So far being 60 is a lot like being 40 or 50. Just a lot slower and with more waistline and less hair. The math does seem to add up as I’m three times the man I was at 20. I was six foot one and weighed just under 80 pounds at 20. Now I’m about five foot seven and over 235 pounds.

I guess the best thing about being 60 is I get 10 cents off my Blizzard at Dairy Queen. Thats nice but that is something that can only be used about 3 times a day.

At the age of 60 you start to wonder if you will do all the things you had your heart set on. Like traveling to far out places and experiencing other cultures or eating an entire package of Oreo’s in one sitting or working a full 8 hour day.

Actually for me my one true wonder each day is whether I took all my pills today. I usually take them if I can get the cap off.

I think I’ll go have some Oreos.

Or a Blizzard