Back in the early seventies I was pushing my limits pretty hard and was convinced I wouldn't live past the age of thirty. As I reached that milestone in 1976 I was enjoying a bottle of fine wine in a Kansas City motel room with my Japanese wife and a hot young lady. The details of that three-way are still engraved in my memory.

Ok, I thought, there is no way I'm going to make it to the year 2000. As that New Years Eve rolled by I was walking back from a party at the local bar, good job, roof over my head, when a pretty lady I had never met came out of the darkness and kissed me hard. When I woke up the next morning I realized that setting limits was foolish.

Now here it is 21 years later and I'm still kicking. My body is in amazing shape and my mind still functions fine. Perhaps I should set a limit on 2022? Maybe I'll get laid on New Years?