Oh my gosh, in 1967 I turned 19

Yikes, this time moving on thing is a trite saying, a cliche, a rumor you hear when you are younger – but, this month, it’s a kick in the pants.

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Remember one of the songs? Will you still love me when I’m 64? That song; those lyrics. Well, I remember hearing it when I was under 20 and on Monday, I can change that “will you?” to “do you?” and the “when I’m” to “now that I am.”

It doesn’t seem old now . . . to me. Summer has a different viewpoint. The question is: How may times is she going to refer to this 64-ness come Monday. If I get ready to go on my walk that day and put on my ipod to hear THAT SONG, I’m going to . . . well, I don’t know, but she could be in trouble. Maybe there will be a new song – Will you still love me when my grandma goes postal with my hair and scissors? Too drastic? Well, I’ll think about it while I’m still 63.