Less than 5 years left?
I’m less than five years away from the age my dad was when he died.
In March 1995 my dad was at work when he told his coworkers he wasn’t “feeling right.” He was going to go to lunch early.
He never came back. They found him in his truck. He never even made it out of the parking lot.
Had a friend of mine who wondered why I’m heading across country on a bicycle. Part of it is because it’s been something that’s been in the back of my mind since high school.
But I think at least some of this is because I do have an eye on the clock. This is probably morbid as hell and I don’t know (or care, really) what a shrink would make of it, but I have it in my calendar the day I’ll be older than my dad was when he passed away. January 14, 2020.
I have it in my head that I’ve got only until then. (I’ll miss Scott Walker’s second Inauguration by a week. Damn the bad luck!) So why not make the most of . . . my time left? Get my ass on a bicycle and do something I’ve wanted to do for nearly four decades.