51

That's right, today is my birthday. I'm the same age as rock and roll. Stevie Ray Vaughn died on my birthday in 1991. I remember when a candy bar cost a nickle and gas was $0.17 a gallon (and keyboards had a cent sign). I was married with children before I ever touched a real computer. I remember the day Kennedy died and I remember when TV was three channels and it went off at midnight.

You know what, even though I'm 51, I ran 5 miles Friday morning. I take care of myself and plan, God willing, to live to 151. I watch what I eat but that doesn't mean I starve myself and eat nuts and grass. Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured. I'm not afraid of dying but I'm in no hurry. I'm a grandpa and I want to watch my grandkids graduate from college and I want to dance at their weddings.

Life is good. 51 is just a number.