In two weeks I’m going to pass the threshold of my 65th year. That’s a poetic way of saying, “I think I’m getting older.” So be it.
It’s better than the alternative and it does carry benefits.
One is spouting off about how the world is going to pot and it wasn’t that way when I was younger. I beg to differ with myself, though. It wasn’t any better when I was younger.
Just the same in a different way. (Actually, when I was younger in the 60’s is when the world literally began to go to “pot.”)
Back in those days, teachers in tamer schools wondered where the world was heading when they saw their charges smacking chewing gum. Someone waxed eloquent about it: Continue reading