The old cliche about life coming at you fast is too damn true. Pretty sure I was 18 just yesterday, driving a 1980 Buick Regal around Nashville, the car packed with friends.
I'm not sad or down about being 51, just kind of amazed. I've outlived two siblings and some cousins, not to mention classmates from high school and college. I couldn't have predicted who or how many on that score.
I did predict some of where my life would go; I knew years ago. But it's mostly been good and bad surprises.
I have another 30-40 years to go, Lord willin'. I don't know much of what will happen but it will, at minimum, be interesting.
