My good fortune.

Being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Aboard a plane. That crashes. Under mysterious circumstances. I think about it. Everybody aboard perishes. Sad. But then I reflect. How lucky I am. Having been in so very many right places at the right time. Lucky to have survived. To have lived long enough to retire.  And to flirt with old age. Also, to have been blessed with two true loves. Nice to sit here and reflect. About my good fortune. --Jim Broede