Still Figuring It Out At Fifty

Was a time when being fifty, or nearly fifty (can't give that much info away), meant something. Maybe it meant a nice salary with good benefits and a pension. Maybe it meant grown kids, a few grandkids and regular rounds of golf. Maybe it meant Tuesday night at the Rotary Club and a pew right near the altar. Maybe.

I'm not sure what half a hundred means to you, but it shouldn't mean there's no pie left on the plate. I'm not complaining. Ron Canyon doesn't complain. I've been around the world. I know I've got it better than 90% of the poor souls on Terra, but I think there's more.

And so it begins...