This Boomer Turned 60!

Can you believe it! Well, neither can I.  I must say, I was a bit apprehensive about this day. When our parents were sixty, they were old, for sure.We measure events on this planet by minutes, hours, days, months and years. It's quite restrictive, you know. I like to think of being 60 as a third trimester of pregnancy. That makes sense to me.
At any rate, I had a great day! I cruised around my old stomping ground, Bowling Green. I visited old friends, the shops and of course the bars. There was a surprise around every corner. The best thing was, I documented the whole day with my camera and journal. If I loose my mind someday, then at least I can look at the pictures.
So, my words of wisdom to you are, "Life is not measured by the number of breathes we take, but by the moments that take our breath away!"
Sixty and lovin' it!