So I had to start my own birthday thread, because nobody could wait until the actual day, and that's okay, but somebody oughta get the date right, and I suppose it should be me. So I deleted one birthday thread and locked the other one, and this will have to do for an official one.
Whew.
The thing about it is, it's just so preposterous to think that I would reach the age of 70.
After all the crazy stuff I did as a yoot, it just seems weird to me that I would still be alive at 70 years old.
I certainly never thought I'd reach 70. I had very reasonable expectations of being dead before I was 40.
Y'all know, I left home the day after I graduated high school in June 1971, and drove my VW bus clean across this great land of ours, to the Haight-Ashbury to be a hippy forever, and I led a crazy street life for many years, and I honestly thought, if I can just make it to 40, that will be a good long life for me.
I made it to 40.
I came THISCLOSE to dying on more than half a dozen occasions, but I did make it to age 40, and I even managed to get a good education and some nice jobs along the road, considering where I'd been.
And at 41 I married ol' Wifehorn, instead of being dead. This is all bonus time now. She still had to clean me up some, mind you. I was almost could pretend to be civilized semi-civilized by then.
But she's kept me alive and kicking all this time.
Philly Boondoggle
