As most of you know, I am ninety years old. People sometimes ask me, “You still driving?” I’m happy to respond in the affirmative. In fact, I recently renewed my driver’s license, and it’s good through August 2027. Those people at the MVA are real optimists – hope they are right.
That reminds me of a humorous item I read recently. An elderly gentleman was reputed to have said:
“I’ve sure gotten old! I’ve had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, and experience frequent blackouts. Have bouts with dementia. Have poor circulation. Hardly feel my hands and feet anymore. Can’t remember if I’m 85 or 92. Have lost all my friends. I have plastic knees, fought prostate cancer, and have diabetes I’m half blind, can’t hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to passing out. But, thank God, I still have my driver’s license.”
Praise the Lord, I’m not so bad off as that. I hope to be driving a few more years without seriously endangering my fellow citizens on the highways.