Forget right now the noise about "The Golden Years". That is prelude to merchandise of one kind or another. I choose to talk about what actually has faced me in reaching the midst of my 88th year of existence.
Dealing with the inconvenient intrusion of death into best laid plans is part of my resume. Those of you younger than I may write these words off as scare tactics. I don't do fiction.
If you need fiction go to the television screen.
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