I've never identified with anyone except myself. I don't think my brain physiology allows anything else. Having said that,
. YES there is life after youth just slower with many new activities, traveling to hospitals, spe******ts, time spent in Dr's office, waiting for yourself or spouse for procedures, conversations with friends, Dr's ref, procedures, drugs-side effects, who died, who's dying ? and ALL old timers will agree "Aging ****s ! " Yet I, my wife and our few friends left agree we are the lucky ones, still here plugging along, Thankful and Grateful to be and enjoying as best we can. NOTE to young guys on here. ENJOY your youth as time never stops for anybody.
I identify as myself, who and what I am, Yes I've had hero's mentor's, a lot of good people along the way, I consider myself a Lucky man. All is good.
The teachers walked my eighth grade cl*** up the street in the small town of Westminster, MD to see the movie ''Breaking Away'' in 1979. We all cheered for the ''Cutters'' who were the local boys in a college town like ours. Maybe I'm not a Cutter, but that's where I came from. '70 Skylark. Air shocks - check Cragars - check primer - check Good times - check-er-oonie
Cool Hand Luke.............. https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=d...UTZxmUAnt2f0PH7xAF_aem_E80xEzbqIhF0odozn1ygCA And I have a severed parking meter all my own . and then I can eat 50 eggs.............
No frame of reference to the pop culture icon that is spongebob. I try not to be quite as laid back as the dude, but winter isn't making it easy to go out to the no power garage.
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