On Being 96

The other day I took a look in the mirror and I found myself looking back at a 96-year-old-guy and noticing that he could use a shave. I started looking at different things about him -- how his mustache is trimmed and how he's always looking askance at what is going on around him.


The thoughts were coming rapidly into my mind-- one question tumbling right after the other. I decided to look at what I found.
I guess you don'''t feel any special way about being 96 except you know when you were born. You wonder what you've accomplished that will live after you to your credit .

Now I am beginning to wonder what the future holds and what the future really is and what my perspectives should be if this happens or that happens.

I keep telling myself in a couple ofyears I'll be able to tell people what the first 100 years are like andI decided to stop thinking after that. I decided to leave it for another day. Upon reflection,I thought, let things happen as they will.