It's No Fun To Be

Truly God Was Good, To Make Man So Blind.

Yet There's Something Ominous About Turning Sixty-five. Suddenly Old Age Is Not A Phenomenon Which Will Occur; It Has Occurred.

Old Age Is An Ordeal, Of Flesh And Mind. Of Winding Down, Of Slowing Down, Of Dying Cells. It's Accepting The Loss Of Physical Attractiveness And Replacing It With The Power And Wisdom That Can Only Come With Old Age.

How Frightening, That One Person Could Mean So Much, So Many Things.

It's No Fun To Be A Bluestocking In A Family Of Jockstraps.