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That’s how old I am today. I am at the end of the middle ages and one year from being ancient. (Notice how that goes through time backwards.) I remember the advent of the personal computer, the video-recorder, the microwave oven. I went off to college before my parents bought a color TV. I remember the collapse of communism, the moon landing, the assassination of JFK (and RFK and MLK). On the days after one memorable birthday, my 11th, I found myself, young as I was, preoccupied with the Cuban Missile Crisis. I saw the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. I have dim memories of seeing Elvis on Ed Sullivan. I saw Jimi Hendrix in concert. I have actually seen and heard and done and experienced quite a lot during my six decades. Unlike those who say they have no regrets and would do everything all over again, I do have lots of regrets and would do plenty of things differently. Through it all, I have been blessed with a wonderful family, both growing up and now the one of my own. And I have found what I was looking for in my spiritual pilgrimage, or, rather, been found. So my life has been plenty full enough. I could shuffle off my mortal coil at any time, and it would be OK.