Growing old gracefully is easier said than done. The old adage of using it or losing it is indeed true. Therefore, I must find a way to gainfully employ the use of my brain to keep my synapes fired up. Hence, my blog.
Sometimes, I hear an airplane or helicopter that in my esteemed estimation sounds to be flying too low. This is not based on anything scientific just purely decibel levels. The louder it is, the closer it must be. I hold my breath and listen intently, willing the plane to advance altitude so at least it won't crash in my neighborhood. I am proud to announce that this works. I continue to live in a no crash zone. Perhaps I should keep this under wraps, as I'd hate to be drafted to D.C.