While at the hairdresser I met a lovely lady of 104 who was there for a perm. She had just came back from a trip to the Holy Land with her daughter, granddaughter and 9 other people. Said she had a fabulous time, only place she missed was a ledge with a slippery trail because it’s always wet. Her granddaughter slipped on it and injured her leg. A really delightful lady who appeared to be about 70—very alert and engaging.
She’s my inspiration to one day see the Holy Land-I’m only 81, just getting started, Zeke.
My mother is 92 going on 25. A few years ago she broke her hip, looked up at me in amazement from her hospital bed and said, “Does this mean I’m old?” I said, “Never.” And it’s true.
I was in an “Antique” store one day, where I picked up a black and white glossy SIGNED photograph of Barry Goldwater.
And an AUH2O button, and some campaign literature.
I got them all for $10.
Then I put the photo in a $130 frame.
And I’m 52. I understand.