What’s at the End of the Road

Sometimes back in the 80’s as we were traveling across America on some of our trips out to Boise Idaho to visit Paula’s folks, we’d come to stretches of road that beckoned miles out ahead. The road was straight, but the eyes could not see far enough to discern what lay at the end of that long stretch. It shimmered mysteriously and unknown miles into the future.

Age seemed the same way back in those days too. We were in our thirties then, and the mid to late sixties was beyond my kin to see. My comprehension of what lay ahead was just a guess, and a poor one at that.

Now, closing in on my 68th birthday in October, I understand how a person can misplace their glasses for days at a time, and lose their balance on a two step ladder. The body’s senses lie to the brain, and tell it that everything is still the same as it’s always been, but…..

Sorry, I can’t remember where I was going with this post…maybe later?

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