Remember when we were young? The world was new and fascinating, and being grown up was a little scary, sure, but mostly it was marvelous, wasn't it? Things happened fast, mistakes were made, but we were (metaphorically) riding in a convertible with the wind ruffling our hair. It was our time, this was our place, and maybe we didn't even know it.
Dunno how you're doing, but I have gout now, and a lot of extra weight, gray hair, and occasional hemorrhoids. My dad and my brother are dead, my wife is dead, my best friend is dead, and the future of our so-called civilized world looks bleak and short.
It's been a blast, though, and I'm still having a grand time. Hope you are, too.
Breakfast as usual that morning, at Little Pat's in Burien.
Social media is not for me. Nudge me when anti-social media becomes a thing. Meanwhile, if I have anything to say I'll say it here, on my little nowhere page that has no ads, no lies, no tracking, no feed, no cookies, and no plans to make a buck off me, or off you.