Judy and Me. That has been our mantra since we were children. That was our pledge to each other, lying on the beach staring into each other’s eyes, when we were still teenagers, and innumerable times since. Why 80? Because the words Old and Eighty flowed, and anyway, old and eighty was so far out it was essentially the end of time, right?
Well, here I am today, the first day of my eightieth year and we’re both thinking, wait a minute. Eighty is not that old. It certainly isn’t the end of time. We’re going to need a new mantra.