My generations

This is the last day when the song “When I’m 64” has meaning for me.  It is remarkable that in the 1960s being 64 would be interpreted as being very old.  I suspect that if someone were to write such a song today, it might be 84.   That is progress.
 
I feel blessed that family folk shared this time with me and were so generous with their gifts marking the occasion.  This is one of those times when I wish I was able to express gratitude more profoundly.
 
The blip is of my oldest and youngest fellow travellers through life.