- I'm almost 65 years old and I still haven't run for the Presidency. I
don't really want the job, which is why I would probably be pretty good
at it. I wouldn't put up with any shit. If someone said let's go to
war, I'd fire them. If someone said let's give the rich a tax break, I'd
fire them. This would help the unemployment, cause I would then hire
people with brains. Anyone mentioning doing away or cutting social
security and medicare would be eligible for life in prison. Social
programs for struggling people would be in, welfare for the corporate
farmers and rich CEO's would be out. I would declare universal
health-care a human right, and I wouldn't mess around with Congress, who
are bought by the health-care industry. It would be a Presidential
mandate. I probably wouldn't be very electable, but man, would I have
fun.
- I'm almost 65, but I don't feel that old. I feel about 45. Well, in
the morning I feel a little older, but once I'm up, find my pants and a
shirt and some shoes, have a cup of coffee, play golf, take a nap, and
eat dinner, I figure someone made a mistake on my birth certificate.
Long about 8pm, I head to bed. I take my meds and figure I'm probably 65
after all. They say it's all in the mind. Yea.
- Sixty-five isn't all that old anymore. They say it's the new middle
age. "They", of course, don't know what the hell they are talking about.
"They" ain't ever been 65. The average age for males to survive is now
75. That's only ten more years. I think I'm going to go back to church. I
need to start cramming for finals.
- When I think back over 65 years, it seems to have passed so quickly.
I remember my first day of school. My buddy was suppose to stop by and
take me, but he forgot. That first kiss, which I ain't going to say much
about, cause it wasn't my wife. All the baseball and basketball
memories. College, seminary, graduate school. Forty-two years of
marriage, two kids, ten dogs, and four different homes. It's all still
up there, in my mind. Fortunately, I can still remember all of it. The
good, the bad, and the ugly. It's all right there. All-in-all, I can't
complain. It's been a good life. And I'm hoping to beat that 75. I still
got a lot of things to do, like learning how to speak "Mexican" and
figuring out what the hell a square root is.
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