During my periodic haircut today, my hair stylist (what happened to barbers?) asked me about offspring. Told her that my photos are my children. My legacy. My mark that I once was here. She didn't mean anything by one of those "conversations" you have while sitting in the chair. But talk about bad timing to bring this topic up. All day today, Frank Sinatra's "It was a very good year" has been playing in my head. A reminder to all my readers.... cherish each moment.
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