Eyesight fades, the bend and snap of youth has gone, a lot of conscious effort to do simple things creeps into daily life.
I despise the idea of limitations, and yet they creep in, a little bite at a time.
Decades still to come, a list of things I should do every day that I just never do.
I feel the 'Golden Years' are a crock.
And yet.. the close smile of my Lady.
Years of shared everything.
Grandkids.
Flying.
Drag racing.
The enthusiasm of the young as you exchange ideas and see them 'get it' and run with it.
Every time the Vette fires up.
..and 187mph on a deserted, very nice road, in the early morning sun.
Golden.
-Frank aka GE.