Why I made it this far? Only god knows. I was talking to a friend of mines who I walked across the stage with way back in 1978. One of the kindest people you ever want to meet. He was 49. Two days after I spoke with him his son found him unresponsive in his bed. His funeral is Saturday. Everybody is in shock because nobody saw this coming.
I savor everyday I awake. I take good, not great, care of my body. An apple a day does keep the doctor away. Especially if you eat it before bedtime. I am lucky that I can still run, jump, play basketball, and dance on national internet when my Buckeyes win. My goal this year is to find a way to pass with this finger that I have broken five times playing basketball. If not, I can now blame it on my age.
Again, thanks to all of you, and I leave you with this, my first dance imitation . . .
I FEEL GOOD!