I remember in 1950, I was a Cadet, at The Citadel, in Charleston, South Carolina. The President of the school was one, Charles Pelot Summerall, a General. I remember seeing him, driving on campus, and we all joked and commented on his being .............. 82 ............. and still able to drive. That was 64 years ago, and now ..... well.
The hardest part of being 82, is realizing that I am 82. I'm still a kid, not an old man. I have known people who were 82, they were old .... an emotional roller coaster of realization .... wow.
I am going to use this means to thank all those who graciously extended their best wishes to me. I used to have to promote my birthday with web sites, emails and phone calls. Now, thanks to Facebook, it is all done for me.
I did take a "When will you die" quiz the other day on Facebook, many odd questions, none about my age though, and the result ..... I live to 88 .... no arguments from me.
Again, thank you all .......................
