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Rocktober…

…is my favorite month of the year. The month of Halloween holds the day I was born that’s the same day as the Mick. Last year on that day, the Red Sox beat the Yankees in Game 7 of the ALCS. Sorry Mickey, but Happy Birthday anyway. I’ve fallen in love a few times in October and keep waiting for the next time… So this week I’m turning “37” (Well, that is if you agree with the premise 40 really is the new 30…), yet I don’t “feel” 47. I can still do everything I could when I was 37… Well, let me clarify that. I still exercise regularly, but I don’t run for cardio because it doesn’t seem to agree with one of my hips… Oh, and some things involving hips I haven’t done in a while, so I’m really not sure about that. So cardio is limited to the StairMaster and the elliptical thingy, but it’s all about elevating the heartrate, right? Anyway, what else… Oh, I still play golf at the same level of mediocrity that I did, hell, in my 20’s! See? I’m just as good! Uhhh, wait…another clarification… the mind is an entirely different story… What was I talking about again?

“So now I’m in the twilight of my youth.
Not that I’m going to remember.”
Ryan Adams – “Anybody Wanna Take Me Home”

2 Comments

  1. Anonymous

    I love you dad. Happy birthday.

  2. fifteenkey

    Hey, I love you too, my girl…

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