Marshall, left, and Mitchell, right, Lake Tahoe, 2010
It's a long story. I'm sixty-five years old. So, I'll keep it short and sweet. All that matters is now. The past's billions of years of old stories. We can learn a lot from yore tales, but aside from that they don't mean anything. They're meaningless. My past is riddled with mistakes, but I've let them go. My mistakes are forgiven.
Now Mitch and I are okay. At 65, our battle is health. The downhill of longevity is painful, and sudden, fatal falls are imminent. Now, our Southeast Asian ladies, Eang and Lana, are everything.
They'll get us through. And as always, all we have to do is show up!