I escaped the winter storm, taking chances with the 42 downed trees and branches on our two mile gravel road that threatened my passage to the Napa Valley. Survival is exhilarating!
A walk in Calistoga this morning. Down 3 pounds. I'm a week away from turning Fifty years of age. I had grand plans earlier. Now it seems that I'm just gonna work on that big day.
All this reminds me of Hunter Thompson's last written words:
"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax -- This won't hurt."
Poor Hunter. For as smart as he was, he just didn't get it.
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