Time to Change the Oil & Clean the Windshield

On Monday, Jan. 24th, I'll be 75 years old—or (as I like to think of it as) the 57th anniversary of my 18th birthday. Ah youth ... Where are you now that I need you?

I've two doctors' appointments Monday because how else would you want to celebrate such a significant milestone?

Anyway, as I've done in recent years, I'm asking friends & family not to buy me anything (not even a B-card) but rather donate something to a worthy cause—like the Wounded Warriors Project (https://www.woundedwarriorproject.org). Why? Because they need stuff. I don't. ... I've a lovely wife, great kids, even better grandkids, and a great-granddaughter up North who I rarely get to see but often think about.

"Life is short," people used to tell me, and I'd think, "Yeah, right."

I was wrong. Life is short ... then you die.

But when I die, I'm gonna be with Jesus. "Hallelujah!" Thank God for that.

See you later, Alligator . . . if not here on Earth, then up there in Heaven.

Blessings to you and yours,

Your fellow writing friend,

Jim

PS: I'm not gonna light up 75 candles on my birthday cake. Why? I'm afraid they'll set off the smoke detectors.