“John, I must admit that there are times when I miss the helter-skelter schedule that I kept up for so many years. Today, I will be performing at an upscale retirement community at their happy hour. I will perform there once a month until mid-April, and then I'm putting the sails up on the boat and sailing to Saint Somewhere. I figure on making several extended trips around the mid-Atlantic region, stopping when and where I feel like stopping, coming back home when the urge hits me, catching crabs and fish for supper, visiting old friends that I have not seen in many years and smelling the roses before someone is placing them on my casket”.

Hey Gary, when I first started reading this part of your post I thought; this guy didn’t retire, he went to heaven. You have done well – performed at many places, sailed in places I have only dreamed of, and you have a set of memories that no one can steal. Gary it must end somewhere, you have been given more than your share—and you’re still going. It does not get better.

Lucky you my friend, John C.
Thanks for sharing.