Ben by Daniel Shelton for September 04, 2015

I didn’t cry until my sixtieth.

30 OK.50 OK60 What the hell happened?

That’s one of those childhood experiences we tend to forget: when your feelings get bigger than you are.

… you would cry too if it happened to you.

50 was hard to accept for me. 60 piece of cake. Did I mention I like cake?

So far, I haven’t had any problems, but I have the feeling 80 will be a shock.

For 50, I spent two weeks in San Diego in the winter. It was heaven. For 60 I was much too busy at work to travel, but 70 is coming up in a couple of years and I will be retired by then. Still thinking what I’ll do to celebrate.

I don’t remember any birthday parties of mine. (??)I only remember the year my Mom forgot my birthday.(never let her forget it)

When I hit 60 my cake is going to say “This is a lie!”