Blog 3308 – 11.22.2024

One Hundred Years To Live

Today is my seventy-fourth birthday. I began it by going for a bike ride at about three-thirty am CST and riding for two hours. Not bad for a seventy-four years young grandpa. If I get one hundred years this go round my son Jay will be sixty and his daughter Emma Grace, who is almost eighteen months old, will be twenty-seven. I intend to live to see that.

When I was a lad of about five years old, I remember thinking that fifteen would be the perfect age to be. When I first heard today’s song it struck me twice, the emphasis on having one hundred not seventy years to live and the repeated emphasis on fifteen. In my seventy plus year adventure in time and space I have discovered that the perfect age to be is much like the perfect place to be – where you are right now.

My wife asked me this morning, “How does it feel to be seventy-four?” I could not think of an answer at the time, but I am ready for the next person who asks. My pat answer will be, “It feels perfect.” Many people dream of a perfect day, a perfect place, a perfect age to be. I believe that day is today, that place is exactly where we are, and that age is whatever the last birthday count was.

Happy Birthday, Baby, and many happy returns to each and all.

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

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