In your mid-80s, you begin to realize that some things on your “bucket list” will never happen. I guess I will never:
—Run a mile again.
—Visit Japan or China. Too tiring and complicated. Not sure I wanted to do that anyway.
—Make love to Brigitte Bardot. What? She just turned 90? Nah!Too old for me. Your loss, baby!
—Have a hangover again. It wouldn’t be hard, but it would take a week out of my already diminishing life.
—-Climb Mount Everest. Even if I did, I would probably hear“You haven’t already? I did it last year.”
—Play second base for the Washington Nationals. I can’t even get a tryout!
—Win an Academy Award as James Bond.
—Win a Pulitzer Prize, though this column certainly deserves it.
—Become a trillionaire. I would settle for a billionaire!
—Be chosen for to the Supreme Court. Am I too old for that too?
—Parachute out of an airplane. George H.W. Bush did that at age 90, so there is still time. But I can get dizzy already just getting out of bed.
But there are still things I CAN do:
—Be a loving grandfather to children ranging from 9 to 18.
—Do Silver Sneakers three times a week at the YMCA.
—Walk 2 miles or bike 10 miles.
—Play in a cabaret at my own house.
—Make exotic, adventurous trips to Lynchburg, Richmond and Durham.
—Direct the music for a famous musical. Yes!
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