You guys make me feel so young!

In my 20 and thirties I always thought it a good place to die. At 42, I had responsibilities so my trips began to be limited to traveled routes. That was frustrating at first but over the years I've found I don't mind so much. In a few more years it will be as good a place to die as any once again.

At 52, I gotta say some of you seem (to me anyway) to have a death wish. Then again, the older I get, the easier trips seem to get. What I once considered a grueling test of courage is kind of laughable these days. Age is a state of mind and my wife has orders to put me in my canoe and give me a shove when I forget where I put mine.