Now that I’m Sixty-Four

When I hit sixty it was a big deal for me internally.

Now I’m sixty-four.

Then I realized.

Hey. I’m sixty-four. Wasn’t there a Beatles song by that name? Didn’t I have some interaction with Paul McCartney when I was president of Soho Street, just around the corner from his recording studio on Soho Square?

Didn’t my mother-in-law make me two cherry pies?

Didn’t my mother-in-law give me a gift “#1 Officer”?

Didn’t my wife tell me happy birthday?

I’m a happy sixty-four year old man. And no — I’m not feeble yet. Still kickin’ well. Still do stairs okay. Still do squats. Still strugglin’ with my weight, even though it’s down a little bit. Not retired yet. Who could ask for more? Well, I’d like to be retired!

All being told, though, I’m a happy sixty four year old guy.

Author: Wayne Boyd

Wayne Edward Boyd was born in Morristown, New Jersey in 1953. He is a published author, former ISKCON sannyasi, and traveler, having lived on 3 continents and visited 37 countries. He presently lives in Amarillo, Texas working as a correctional officer and has interests in photography, political science and astronomy.

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