When I get older, losing my hair many years from now…

The song came out when I was nine. To ever be 64 was way off my radar. Not even the Beatles were 64. Nobody was 64! Nobody except maybe my Grandpa Joe. And Bing Crosby.

But not me!

I was a kid in the 1960s. Playing. Dreaming. Care-free. Sports. Music. The Cincinnati Reds. The Beatles. It was awesome.

The 70s blew by, and with them my teens. Driving. High school. Dating. Concerts. Playing drums. So many sweet memories.

With the 80s came adulthood. Marriage, kids, uprooting, moving south. The GM Shreveport years saw some poor life decisions and difficult consequences, driving me to my knees. I decided to trust Christ. The best move.

The 90s brought another transplant with an amazing opportunity in Tyler. The chance to work at KVNE felt like a divine calling and a dream come true combined.

The 2000s. The empty nest years. In our 40s we grew to appreciate life, love, and each other.

And the 2010s. The change of all changes, and no idea how much grandkids would rock our world. Our focus, hearts, and priorities were all re-directed as we moved once more, this time to Forney, and closer to family.

Now, the 2020s. I’ve lost count of the decades, and the old song has gotten too real. This bitter-sweet tune I’ve known a lifetime is really happening January 11! What a dose of reality, yet a wonderful gift to actually ask my Lovely Wife and Life Partner Lois the long-anticipated musical question: “Will you still need me? Will you still feed me when I’m 64?”

Pray she says yes!

“The glory of young men is their strength, gray hair the splendor of the old.” Proverbs 20:29