In the front of my mind and some where in the back of my storage unit I have a photo of me from 1966. Sitting on a counter in the back office of the old "Portgage Herald" the newspaper I worked for in High School and College. That's who I am! A third lighter. Dark haired. Idealistic. Energetic, burning the candle from both ends and the middle.

No worries, if you didn't count the draft, Vietnam, grades, and girls!, Full of answers, dreams and plans! No pains and no money. 60, that was the work week before, girls and Goldie. Goldie the little Araibin horse that carried me from (10 to 30) childhood to maturity!

That's who I am! Tempered and experienced now, but still that kid.

You say that 80 is old. Well my parents are 82 and active I don't see them as old, just slightly slower. Dad's occasionally lethargic. 80 doesn't look all that old. 20 years doesn't seem like so long. 20 years ago our Eric was in High School and his sister Amy in Jr. High, they still look the same to me, well except Eric had more hair, but that's from his Mother's family.

I don't think old when I get up in the morning. That kid didn't have the usual aches and pains, but I don't remember life with out them so that's not a problem, I'm still that kid. Then I wash my face, open my eyes, look in the mirror! O'my God! Who's that?

There is an older man in the mirror. Then I look back and Brenda says "Good Morning!" I can forget the mirror, I've been waking up with Brenda for over 38 years, my dilapidation and that mirror can go to hell, I wouldn't have missed a minute of it!

Old, I've penciled it in for 2038, bring it on!

Bill

William J Archambault Jr

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