No matter my age.

Aging. I think about it. Not a lot. But I look around me. And often, I’m the oldest guy in sight. I’m 78. Soon to turn 79. When I see 80 year old guys, they aren’t always in the best of shape.  And those that reach 90 – well, they aren’t exactly spry.  But worst of all, many of ‘em are plagued by dementia. The one good thing for me. At 78, I’m still able to walk 10 miles. Daily. And write. Maybe stupid stuff. But that’s better than nothing. And I have an Italian true love. She’s younger than me. But I joke. By reminding her that woman age faster than men. Anyway. Today is today. And I’m happy to be a thriving romantic idealist, a spiritual free-thinker, a political liberal, a lover and a dreamer. No matter my age. –Jim Broede