My 90th birthday is happening, and I’m still here! Happy and amazed that I’ve survived it all. From my clueless teens, Navy service in two wars, boozing through college, driving while impaired, good/bad relationships and raising a family.
I slaved for more than a quarter century at a job I hated, with people I hated even more. And now, I’m just completing yet another quarter century as a retiree.
Will I spend my remaining time sentimentally looking back on it all? Of course not! To hell with looking back! I look forward to a new quarter century of living as fully as my fading body and brain can hold out. Today, as usual, I took a couple of tw0-mile hikes and swam a dozen pool lengths. I also wrote three articles for online websites. Four, if you count this one.
Therefore, I quote a favorite cliché to be my 90th birthday mantra. As Dylan Thomas wrote, before he drank himself to death at age 38, I bang out his brilliant words on my iMac as loud as my arthritic fingers will allow:
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.