In 1972, Intel invented the single-chip microprocessor, the Top Song was “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” by Roberta Flack, movies included The Godfather, The Getaway, What’s Up Doc and The Poseidon Adventure. I got married for the first time in October – it stuck for 27-years. It’s been another 21 years already the second time around. Some of my friends are starting to celebrate 50-years together this year. Tomorrow is my sister’s 66th birthday. I’ll give her a call, delaying my usual Monday contact with her. Happy Birthday, Sis!

I just finished reading Defense Lawyer: The Barry Slotnick Story and am moving on to another James Patterson novel Run, Rose, Run, co-written by Dolly Parton. In the meantime, I continue to write The Magic of 60, despite the misfortunes of the Indiana Hoosier basketball team. Much of my effort is transposing what I wrote 25-years ago that somehow didn’t get saved in a digital format. It’s a very tedious process, but a project that I want to complete while I have time in retirement. 

March dates are starting to fill in on the calendar. It will be our busiest month since we moved here. Four sets of guests, lunch dates with vacationing friends, neighborhood get-togethers and too many trips to the airport. We drive to Ft. Myers on Thursday and meet one of my childhood best friends at Ford’s Garage. I picked the spot because it reminded me of the Ford Model A that he restored in his father’s body shop. I have many memories of being in that shop, a private space where we could go in the evenings when no one was working. I’d sit in the cars and pretend like I was driving. It was my first experience with a clutch that I stupidly engaged, causing the Corvette to suddenly lurch forward. Fortunately, I didn’t do any damage, but it scared me. Later on in life, I owned two different cars with stick shifts – the Triumph GT-6 and a Volkswagen Beetle.  This lost skill also came in handy for a rental car in Europe, but otherwise my automobiles have all been automatic since the mid 70s.