Beyond the Age of Consent & Into the Future on the Good Ship Enterprise.

.....Now that I am a number of years past the age of consent, I never thought at that time what might be in store for me a few years later—like now.  At one time, I used to be 6’4”, 195lbs of pure muscle, and now I’m down to 5’7” and the same number of pounds.  How did that happen?  Ain’t life grand.  But that is not the end of this mystery novel.  I once jogged all day and took only one aspirin in the morning.  Now, I have upwards of 30 pills in my pill box with no clue as to what each one is supposed to do for me.  Fortunately, Rhoda is the one with the clue, and each Saturday—I believe it’s Saturday—she fills a weekly pill box with the pills prescribed for each day of the week.  They are all very pretty with different shapes and colors.  With all that medication, I am fortunate that most are obtained from the Veterans Administration.

…..And then there are the body parts.  All my extremities were once operating efficiently and athletically.  Now, I only have two of them left in operating condition.  The other two act in conjunction and with the aid of a cane.  Although it might appear distinguished to onlookers, I get the feeling that I look like Charlie Chaplin.  In the event that we go on a bus trip with the Boomers Club, or the New Generation, or the City of Hope, or Cancer Research here in Huntington Lakes  to a casino in Ft. Lauderdale then I have to take a scooter which is loaded onto the bus in the luggage compartment.  The scooter is a helpful aid; it has, I believe, 8 Cylinders, a GPS and some Harley-Davidson stickers that Bobby sent to me from his store in Virginia, and people are deceived into thinking that this is a Harley-Davidson Scooter.  What fools we mortals be!