On Turning 65

More than turning 60, 50, 40, and I was of the generation that was affected by "don,t trust anyone over 30", 65 is the most turning point marker of them all. After all, Social Security, Medicare, and my very small retirement plan from my teaching days do kick in. Yet I don't see myself as retired or retiring. I hope I can die with my boots on (once I thought I might fall asleep and die in a porn house, or at least a movie theatre) . But, it's nice to be invlved with the creative development of the MILLION CALORIE MARCH film, which has serious film festival aspirations, and to be an advisor to a film involving people less than hlf my age, as in PONY TROUBLE, a highly possible project about a group of people who had been obseessed with My Little Pony.

For my birthday weekend, my brother Jim came up, and it was a weekend long smooze fest (with more eating than someone who is involved with a film on obesity ought to have indulged).
It was a weekend for savoring with old friends, new friends, and reaizing that, at age 65, what a wonderful support network I have.

Thank you all for being a part of my life.