Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases load our kids into the car and drive from tense crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island with stretches of sea and sandy beaches rocky coasts and pine trees. We barbecue swim lie around and try to do nothing.
You always think that 70 is the end of the road: 'Somebody died when they were 73 good life'. You're closer to death and you better make sure you don't waste too much of your time doing things you don't want to do. No point in saying things you don't believe in.