Is that what I should call myself?
Somehow I managed to reach age 60,
but I don't feel much different inside myself.
However, I notice that other people treat me differently,
and it's time I took notice.
I have to admit that I'm getting older.
People listen when I talk,
and they tend to be differential toward me.
I still feel much of the same angst that I felt in my youth.
Things over which I have no control,
like my daughter and the members of my wife's family.
But at this stage of my life, I'm beginning to think more about my legacy.
Knowing that the end will come some day,
and that I have only so much time between now and then.
So whatever Great Works I have in me,
I ought to get on with them.
Quick study, but...
In Nashville I can still play with anyone.
I'm as quick a study as they come,
and I can play just about any style of music.
Having grey hair here isn't a mark of death;
it's more a badge of respect.
But I observe that I'm always the oldest member of the band,
and that realization does take its toll on you after awhile.
Not in the sense of feeling any less capable,
but rather in the sense of wondering how long I can keep this up.
Retirement looms, again
It seems like I've been looking forward to retirement about half my life.
For years I had set age 55 as a target date,
but then a divorce set me back financially
and put me back to the grindstone for another round.
I realize that life is not endless, and neither is health.
I'm not trying to be morbid, just trying to be realistic.
I'm in great physical shape (okay, maybe 20 lbs. overweight),
and I don't suffer from any chronic issues.
But how realistic is it for me to contemplate retirement at age 66,
followed by a long career of touring in bands?
I mean, how many 70 year-olds are there out there on the concert circuit,
shlepping 200 lbs. of equipment from gig to gig?
What's in store?
Isn't it more realistic to think about a long career of writing,
traveling, photography and research?
Where is my window?
How will I recognize it when it comes along?