Septuagenarian. Who’d have imagined how it would feel the same and so different at the same time? For that matter, who’d have thought there was a “u” in it?
The above photo of me was taken on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, either by my son or my daughter-in-law. In all the photo sharing frenzy following our trip last summer, I lost track. I love that beach. I love sunrises quite a bit more than sunsets.
While we’re on the subject of love: sure, I love other people’s dogs (as long as they don’t bark too much or bite). I love cats too, and children, under the same conditions. I also love playing music, basketball, golf, flight simulator, Sudoku… it seems I love playing a lot.
I love to write things down, sometimes.
More than anything, I love being the apple of someone’s eye.
I don’t live on the Outer Banks. I live in the Midwest. It’s home, and it’s very friendly.
I hate unfriendliness.