On The Fly

“When I get older Losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine? Birthday greetings bottle of wine?” . . . The Beatles. Podcast - When I'm 64 . . .  With this pandemic still raging losing my hair is not the issue. It's not being able to get out. This summer vacation (2020) has come to a screeching halt. We canceled our trip to France and were still navigating restrictions. Lately, I’ve been reflecting back on childhood memories. What prompted that you ask? Well, one month from today is When I’m 64 comes true for me. A rather fortuitous time to reflect it seems. I slid down the chute on the 229th day of the year, August 16, 1956. It was a Thursday in Angouleme, France. My father was an MP in the U.S. Army, from rural Illinois. And within three years he moved our small family back to the midwestern town of Cuba. One of my most vivid and fond early memories was the challenge and freedom of that first bicycle. Mine was a red, single speed 26 inc...