Birthdays are a time for reflection (and celebration). I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I am seventy years old. As is my want I have divided my life into seasons (seems appropriate somehow). With the somewhat optimistic expectation that I will endure until I am eighty-eight I am now in the early winter months of my life.
There have been a few close calls along the way: a leukaemia scare when I was a kid, two rattlesnake bites (at ages 8 and 10), Vietnam, Dengue Fever in Yucatan and a health crisis in Guatemala. But, hey, I’m still here and kicking—a little beat up but still causing trouble. Pirates, renegades and scoundrels have an obligation to cause trouble.
I spent the morning out on the patio smoking a Perdomo 20th Anniversary cigar, drinking a double (maybe a triple) Glenlivet 12-year old Scotch whisky and re-reading the true-life adventure The Man-eaters of Tsavo by J.H. Patterson (the remarkable tale that the movie The Ghost and the Darkness was based on). Not a bad way to start the day.
Tonight I will be celebrating this hallmark event with my son Shawn and brother Joel over drinks (maybe a couple), steaks and whatever else comes to mind. A second celebration, early next week, will include my granddaughters Lianne and Jaimee. But before that we will be getting together with my guy-friends for a barbecue this Saturday, more drinks and possibly a few cigars. On Tuesday many of my friends (about 30 in all) treated me to a great Happy Hour at Hooley’s Irish Pub in El Cajon. Life is GOOD.