Age. Makes me feel distinguished.

Another nice thing. About being up at 3 in the morning. It’s really 9 a.m. for my Italian true love. In Sardinia. And she’s just connected with me. On Skype. That’s a blessing. Because she’s a vision of loveliness.  I tell her that all the time. That she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. And that she gets more beautiful as she ages. Of course, she’s younger than me. A reminder. That I’m older. Sometimes, the oldest person in the room. That used to be an odd feeling. But I’ve adjusted. Adapted. Accepted.  Anyway, just read that the oldest guy on the vanished Malaysian jetliner was 77. If I had been aboard. It would have been me. I’m 78. Age really ain’t all bad. Makes me feel distinguished. –Jim Broede