Not sure why, but I never thought I would make it this far.  I mean, fifty years.  Doesn’t make sense to be quite honest.  I look in the mirror and what I see doesn’t match the way I feel.  I can say however, the last few years of my forties were some of the best years of my life.  Right now, as the country seems to be falling apart before our very eyes, I truly could not be happier.  I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about that either.  I am getting in better shape, eating right, exercising, have only had a few drinks in the last year, all with one goal in mind.  I want the next fifty to be even better than the first.  I am living proof that life is indeed good.