72 Is A Number. What I Did with It Is A Life Well Lived.
There is nothing special about being 72 years old. Hell, my aunt just turned 101. I remember thinking 21 was a big deal. Then, there was 30 because I thought I wouldn’t be able to trust myself anymore (Boomers will get this). 40 was going to be about mid-life crisis and 50 was like: wow,…
