ARE WE? Almost THERE YET?
(Updated on October 10th, 2026)
Well, I’ve orbited our fat old sun 80 times thus far so… yeah, I guess we must say almost. At any rate, it’s a hell of a lot closer than it ever has been before. On the other hand, our dad passed at 97 and mom at 95, so if genetics has anything to say about it, it could be a relative while still before we roll into the depot.
Don’t get me wrong– not wallowing in morbidity here. Still sixteen years old in my heart and mind (my mind being where I hang my hat nearly 24/7). This scarred-up old 1946 “container” I reside and travel around in is still sufficiently mobile for my needs, although I do find myself drawn over into the Slow Lane by preference.
The first 75 years of my railroad track itinerary have been rollercoaster-exciting enough for me (I mean, just read a few of this blog’s misadventures, or sample my Boomer Monologues podcast on Spotify), so everything from here on in is simply frosting on the cake.
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