I arrived at 87 years of age last July, and enjoy every minute. So many of my contemporaries have gone on to their respective rewards and it always surprised me not to get answers to my emails or texts. Then I learned they were gone! We can expect it, but not anticipate it. Doing that blunts life today. So I decided that I  couldn’t sit back and watch my hair fall out, wrinkles fill my face and get senile. I got busy.

I heard some wise man say “if you have something to do, and a reason to do it, you will do it, and you can never die.”

Well, I did that. I got busy, set my goals way out there. Wrote books, and here is what I am doing now, and loving every minute: Blogging for two companies, creating 12 blogs a month; I just wrote a Cajun Cookbook that has 214 pages with 100 great recipes and the history of these fantastic people; just wrote “Do you have a story that needs to be told?  This book will help you write it.” It contains all my experience, observations on how to best write anything.

I am  playing music, MC and entertainment chair for a group. Just did Art in the Park with 9 musicians. I played a bit also. I just opened an Open Mike at a local restaurant, and we will play once a month and maybe more later. A friend and I will start our own “blues brothers.”  I discovered that I can paint, do photography, and have a massive amount of art work done. I could choose to do that, and sell my art but I love writing more.

You are reading my current website I just started today. Click on my social media links on the Home or About pages and you will see just how busy a guy can become. I am loving every moment of this craziness.

I was talking to an old friend about a year ago and she said her husband was gone, kids off with their families out of state, and she was depressed.

I asked if there had ever been anything she wanted to do but didn’t.

She looked thoughtful and said, yes, to play violin.

“What kept you from learning violin?”

She slumped in her chair more and said, “we had no money for lessons growing up. Then I got married after school, kids, etc., never had time.”

Then I asked, “Are those stops still around?”

She blinked, straightened up in her chair and just looked hard at me and said “no.”

I didn’t have to say anything else. She suddenly stood, picked up her purse, turned to me and hugged me so hard I thought I couldn’t breathe.

I didn’t see her again for over a year when I saw her on the stage playing violin with a small local orchestra.  She saw me on the front row and she smiled so broadly I thought her face would break.

Does that scene apply to you? Think about it.