From February 1965, 55 years have passed in brief moments. Like my beloved father always told me, " Son, we are only here for a short time."
From a young man who could not be beaten on a wrestling mat, and then, in seeming moments, an old man on his final lap. The good thing is that the final round can be your very best lap. It seems time for the final kick! Hopefully, that will take me to 120. LOL!
