45

Today marks 45 years for me.

When we’re growing up we can imagine years like 18, 21, 25, 30 but beyond that, who knows? Is it all just one undifferentiated mass of obsolescence, senescence, and decline?

I hope not. It doesn’t feel that way.

Going cabin camping tomorrow for a couple of days, as its spring break for the young ‘uns. Of course, it’s tipping down with rain, so we may have a very cozy time indoors. We’re not going far so we’re not looking at too much hardship if spring keeps on as it has done (freezing on Monday, 80+ on Friday).

Now playing: This Will Be Our Year (Mono) by Zombies from the album “Odessey & Oracle” | Get it

rant

We send email:

Officer, when a citizen offers you a “Good Morning” even as he knows he is about to cited for a traffic violation, would it hurt to reply with something other than a request for a license and registration?

And when you render the citation, is it that difficult to actually inform the citizen what they were cited for? I realize public safety is a thankless job, but I would hope that when you meet members of the public who are not a challenge to deal with, you might acknowledge that.

Ouch. That’s gonna run me $101.