What options do I pursue as the countdown to the end of my life approaches zero? They are endless, provocative, and without borders. My soul is like the tumbleweed that flashes into your peripheral vision, never knowing where it will land. I am much more than the old guy that drives the bus around town. My passion for life co-exists lovingly with my partner yet explodes continually from my brain like acid down on the Haight.
I’m an enigma, a man approaching seventy, a freight train powered by cayenne pepper. My integrity is intact and the way I’m viewed by my fellow human beings is for the most part, positive. At what point do we just walk off the stage with dignity? Walk off, not take the idiots way of self destruction but take a voyage down the last stages of our life where we have fun, and die with a smile on our face.
Already turned 70. It has been a pretty good year. Not being able to walk well has made it hard at times. But still all and all, very good. Hope your 70’s are as good to you..
You’ve got a couple more years on me babe, and that’s all… (Waylon) And I’ve got a whole bunch of years on your daughter :-) (Cradle Robber)