Heading into the Cone of Uncertainty

better cone

Al Roker summed up my future this morning as he speculated about a hurricane’s ultimate destination.  He called it a Cone of Uncertainty and I know it well.  I live in it along with all the other Baby Boomers who inhabit the planet and get blamed for everything wrong in the world today.

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How many friends do you need?

bad girls

I’m not sure who these people are but I think they might be considered my
oldest (and craziest) friends.

Robin Dunbar, an evolutionary anthropologist in England, has made a study of how many people the average person knows. He and other researchers have found that on average people are connected in a variety of ways to a total of about 148 others.

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Who are all these old people?


The West Point High School Class of 65 convened recently to celebrate 50 years since our matriculation.  Lordy, where did the years go…and so fast?

A group of girls called “The Five Alive” began the trip down memory lane with Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini – reminiscent of our summers spent at Officer’s Lake when we were young and svelte.  On second thought I’m not sure I was ever young and svelte.

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The joy of getting older–but not yet old

me looking good

Subtitle:  Why I love getting older.

Yes – that’s us white water rafting in North Carolina. I was letting Marie and Jill do all the paddling.  We were about sixty that year and who knew more good times were still ahead of us. The best, really.

Let’s face it.  From the moment we’re born, we’re growing older.  But don’t expect me to commiserate about the negatives of aging. I choose instead to dwell on the good side of the condition and I find more to appreciate with each passing year.  Seriously!

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