there's a t-shirt about getting older.
20 years ago it made me laugh.
10 years ago it made me wonder.
yesterday it made me a believer.
i see no benefit in being a 12 year old kid trapped in an old man's body.
it's a shock to look in the mirror and see that old guy grinning back at me.
saddest of all is i think i'll probably live to be ninety. how far away will the ground be then?
my model plane is my time machine. those little steps i take to turn with the plane unwind the springs and cogs of my 60 year old clock and for six minutes i'm not old.
thanks bill and everyone for your birthday wishes.
and remember when we were kids and we used to say my dad can whoop yer dad?
well.....john paris, i can whoop yer dad!
to all a good day and happy times. now i think i'll get out the lines.