If you had asked me eight years ago, at the age of seventy, where I would be now, I certainly couldn't have perceived this.

Hanging out with leftover physical remnants of former lives, inside my grand-daughters garage, with nothing left but memories.

I quit drinking on my 70th birthday and lasted for a year. My life with Steph at the time in a beautiful log home at the base of the Grand Tetons in Idaho was good, until we moved to Tennessee.

I quit smoking on my 50th birthday and have lasted a lifetime. I shook my son Riley's hand and agreed to stop if he never started. We achieved that agreement.

On my 30th birthday I had a threeway with my Japanese wife Marci and a pretty young girl from Iowa, in a motel somewhere in the midwest.

On my 10th birthday, I have no idea where my family and I were living, somewhere on the West Coast. But I was coming alive and looking forward to my twenty year cycles.