Well, I finally made it. I turned 70 years old last month. I had some definite plans because, for me, this was a milestone and I’d never really done anything “crazy” before in my life.
At the stroke of midnight on the big day, my good friend and neighbor, Charlotte, and I decided we would streak down the hill in the subdivision. Our only problem was figuring out how to outrun the cops back up the hill with our walkers. Quite a predicament, wouldn’t you say?