As I approach my 88th birthday it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears among other appurtenances aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.
I'm nearing the end of the road and still learning.
I sing a little bit. I got a guitar for my 16th birthday.
If men make war in slavish obedience to rules they will fail.
