That's what I turn tomorrow. An auspicious date certainly. After all, the Titanic sank on April 15th, Lincoln died on April 15th and, just to top that off, there will be a Blood Moon at 2AM EST(EDT?) on the 15th. Quite a trifecta,to say the very least.

I seem to have reached that awkward age. You know, the one where most of the people in the newspaper obituaries are younger than I. As Red Green so eloquently put it, "when I furrow my brow, it looks like a rump roast made of corduroy."

Well, at least I'm not putting old screws and nails in jars, just so I can use my new label maker. I find myself saying things like, "I remember when... such and such did this, or that, or when things were different, and "Turn that damned so-called music down!" as one of those 4 wheeled stereos thumps past, every nut, bolt and screw loosening as the "music" gains volume.

Quite honestly I never really expected to BE this old, and have lived my life in direct opposition to the "treat your body like a temple" warning. I seem to have treated mine much more like a low rent whorehouse/bar and yet, here I am. And here I intend to stay, for as long as anyone out there, or here, wants or needs me... or until the senior police come to haul my well used carcass off to whatever comes after one has ceased breathing.

So... 67 on my way to well, as long as I can, I guess. God willin' and the cricks don't rise.

Catherine Linda Michel