When I was about to have my 60^th birthday, I decided to keep a journal of the upcoming decade.  I’m not sure why.

Recently, thinking it would be of no interest to my children, I decided to read it and toss it.  But first, I took note of two momentous entries as follows:

August 15, 1997: “I have to report that yesterday from nowhere came two big frown marks between my eyes.  I am sure they didn’t just appear, but sneaked up on me when I wasn’t looking.  Boy, are they bad!  I suppose I’ll get used to them.  I have no choice.”

November 9, 1997:  “Today I decided that a piece of my chin has permanently caved in.  This is another “leaving my 50’s thought.  But it’s only one side.  Well, better here with a caved in chin than not here at all.”

Twenty-eight years later, I am relieved to look in the mirror and see that at least, I am still here! 

How times change!