I'm reminded of the Philip Roth quote: "Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre." Of course, I have no idea why. Maybe a smattering of gray in my oaken brown mane. Perhaps another hole in the belt, but otherwise just the same. Some may say I've aged not a whit. The others in this photograph, well, maybe the less said the better. I'm a veritable Dorian Gray, lucky me keeping my youth (pronounced hew-yu-eth by the zealots) whilst all about me everyone ages.
Anyway this picture taken maybe twenty years ago. The flower of our hew-yu-eth. It is Friday. Some may go fishing this fine Spring day. Others may be preparing a trip. Both are fine endeavors. Whatever you decide to do, make it memorable.
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