LIFE!? How has yours progressed?

[masseyrider]

I'm solidly in my 60s.
So much has changed.
At the drop of a hat I would take off. I remember when I was aboot 17 calling home to let my mother know where I was. I had left for school the morning before and was just getting to Key Largo. She wasn't surprised.
It was much more innocent back then. My buddy and I had gas and food money and the beaches were full of girls.
I've been all over Europe, Caribbean and Africa.
Now I can't be bothered. I've seen enough beaches, old castles and buildings to last a lifetime.
I'm not driven for the adventures of old. Don't really want to white water raft the Zambezi again or climb Kilimanjaro a second time.
Unless there are friends there I ain't going.
One of the last extended travels I do have on the agenda is to spread my parents ashes.
My father to Auschwitz. He never got over that and I think in some way he would rest easier if he was returned to the place of horror he somehow survived.
My mother, to Ternopil which is in Ukraine now but prior to the 2nd WW was part of Poland. She always spoke of her happy childhood there. Darn Russians still causing trouble.
I'm perfectly happy taking the GT for a cruise in season, puttering around, going for coffee with the other old farts and talking aboot the old times that are probably better now than when they actually happened.
Although I don't think now or then could I top making love to a beauty under a full moon with the waves lapping in, on the hood of my car, on a Florida beach at midnight.

 

[MossRoad]

My mom passed in her early 60s. My dad was 8 years older than her and about to retire. He was a very social person, so my siblings and I encouraged him to join a club for widows and widowers. He met a woman and they became travel companions and went all over the place together for many years.

 

[MossRoad]

I'm solidly in my 60s.
So much has changed.
At the drop of a hat I would take off. I remember when I was aboot 17 calling home to let my mother know where I was. I had left for school the morning before and was just getting to Key Largo. She wasn't surprised.
It was much more innocent back then. My buddy and I had gas and food money and the beaches were full of girls.
I've been all over Europe, Caribbean and Africa.
Now I can't be bothered. I've seen enough beaches, old castles and buildings to last a lifetime.
I'm not driven for the adventures of old. Don't really want to white water raft the Zambezi again or climb Kilimanjaro a second time.
Unless there are friends there I ain't going.
One of the last extended travels I do have on the agenda is to spread my parents ashes.
My father to Auschwitz. He never got over that and I think in some way he would rest easier if he was returned to the place of horror he somehow survived.
My mother, to Ternopil which is in Ukraine now but prior to the 2nd WW was part of Poland. She always spoke of her happy childhood there. Darn Russians still causing trouble.
I'm perfectly happy taking the GT for a cruise in season, puttering around, going for coffee with the other old farts and talking aboot the old times that are probably better now than when they actually happened.
Although I don't think now or then could I top making love to a beauty under a full moon with the waves lapping in, on the hood of my car, on a Florida beach at midnight.

You're lucky to be here with your father's survival of that place. I know a woman that was born in Dresden, Germany and her folks got out right as the war started. Sounds like a good plan for their ashes.

As for the love part, man, the sand gets in all kinds of places and I was worried for you until the hood of the car showed up.

 

[orezok]

We are currently on our very last camping trip in the RV. I’m 78 and the wife is 82. Time to pull that plug. Traveled over much of the US and never had the urge to go abroad. There is SO MUCH to see in this country and it keeps the $$$ with our people.

Now it’s basically “hibernating” on our 26 acres. We hardly ever go out to dinner anymore.

Home is the happy place.