There's no tick-tock on your electric clock, but still your life runs down.
Will be starting my eighth decade on the planet before the "traditional" April 1st trout season opening day. Looked at pictures from my high school classes' last reunion along with the obit notices posted on the class web page and came away feeling lucky. As I've no doubt mentioned before, it's been a goal of mine to be able to wade trout streams at 80. Down in Florida I took my five mile bike ride and did my mile and a quarter walk almost every day. The arthritis in my hands and wrists has hampered what little upper body weight work I do as the increased pain in the hands was more than offsetting any gains in the upper body muscles. Gave the fifteen pound dumbbells to my sixty- five year old fishing partner. Unless something unforeseen happens, I'll be ready to go when the flies start hatching. Based on the fact that only a few of you recognize excerpts taken from songs that were popular during my school years, I assume that most of you are a good bit younger