TOM’S BIRTHDAY
Friday was my son, Tom’s, 59th birthday. For much of my life I considered 60 to be really old, the end of the road. But at 87 60 seems youthful to me, the prime of life and now 90 seems old and the end of the road. If I make it to 90 I’ll probably shift the goal posts again, although how long I can keep doing that I don’t know.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 