I never thought I'd make it (and, believe me, I wasn't in a hurry) but I did. Yep, I turned sixty this year. Sixty years old. The only reason I don't mind being sixty is that I feel like I'm eighty. So, sixty's nothing.
The big trick is being able to handle being eighty when you feel like you're a hundred. I guess it's time to throttle back a little. But I never liked life in the slow lane. And why slow down now, anyway? If I do add a couple years to my life, they'll no doubt be "scooter years". That's the slow lane again. And, once you've tried the fast lane, there's just no going back.
