Donny, I said the same thing five years ago, and figured I would drop dead on the job. However, I also sincerely hoped that when I departed this world it would be by being shot in the back of the head by a jealous husband at age 108 while leaping from a second story window with my trousers around my ankles and a 19-year-old girl screaming "Don't leave me, Gary, don't leave me!" That ain't workin out real well either.
So, I'll just keep on enjoying the musical performances till October 1st, then try to fulfill another fantasy by loading my music gear aboard the sailboat, hoisting the sails, and pointing the bow of the boat south and staying on course until I reach someplace where the temperature and my age are equal - the south Florida Keys, Dry Tortugas, Bahamas, then head home when conditions are the same back here in Maryland.
Yesterday, I hosted and performed at the Annual Sailnet Rendezvous, which took place in Cambridge, Maryland's Municipal Marina, a beautiful facility located on the shores of the Choptank River on Maryland's Eastern Shore. The only problem was getting there. It's a 131 mile drive, and you have to cross the infamous Chesapeake Bay Bridge, which had a 10 mile backup from the toll booths to Annapolis. We sat in traffic, moving an average of 3 miles per hour, for 3-hours, 45-minutes trying to reach the opposite side of the bridge. Once across the bridge, it was smooth sailing to the marina, though I thought my bladder would explode before I reached the place. (Shouldn't have drank that coffee - you only rent coffee!)
The festivities got underway at 5 p.m., just 20 minutes after I hit the marina parking lot. I set up in a gazebo, fired up, kicked off the night with Toes In The Water (Zack Brown), finished with Willie's Always On My Mind, got home just after midnight. That's a long day, considering I left home at 11 a.m. and drove more than 250 miles round trip. Next time, the gear will be on the boat, I'll be spending the night sleeping in air conditioned comfort in the cabin and spend a couple days sailing back up the bay to home and enjoying the scenery. Now, that's what I consider a great form of retirement.
As for you, you will eventually have to get around to retirement, though you currently don't believe it's in the cards. It happens my friend, and if you don't die first, you, inevitably, will be taking the same road, at least I sincerely hope so. As I've said so many, many times in the past to others, you must take some time to smell the roses, and do so before someone places them on your casket.
As for the youngsters, there were some there, and for the most part, they knew every song I performed, even Polk Salad Annie, which surprised the living Hell out of me.
All the best,
Gary