The other day someone said to me, "hey, old goat., just how old are you? Aren't you as old as some of those real old Biblical characters"?
Well, I'm not quite as old as some of those Biblical characters but if I can make it to the latter part of the year there will be 96 candles on the cake. My brother refers to me as his "kid brother". He will have 98 candles on his cake come Sept. 1. We both played on our high school football team in the 1930's. I should rephrase that, --- I was on the team roster. My main function was to slide along the wooden bench to remove all of the splinters so the real players would not get a rear end injury.
My first visit to a collegiate game was in 1927 at the Univ. of Florida and I've been hooked on the game ever since. The only years I didn't attend a collegiate football game was in 1944 and 1945 and again in 1950. In 1944 & 1945 I was attending a huge historical event in Europe and in 1950 I was attending another historical event in Korea. I couldn't get a 3-day pass to come back to the states to witness a game in person.
I still drive but don't do marathons, although I still have my original legs and feet. My mountain climbing is now limited to occupying a seat within a motorized vehicle. Some of my so-called friends question my sanity but that's something I've had to face my entire life. Fortunately I've developed an immunity for their snide remarks even though I'm beginning to realize they speak the truth.
I've often been asked. "to what do you attribute your longevity"? The only response I can think of is, "just don't die". Keep on keeping on and let someone else do the worrying. It takes a real expert to worry successfully and I was never able to truly master the art of worrying
Fill your life with love and treasure every moment because we never know which moment will be our last.