Not Tom Petty.
I am so sad.
All I have to say tonight:
Too many of my loved ones have died.
Jim, Harry, Dee, Tom , Pat, John, Peg, Irene, Michael, Margie, Mylon, Bob, Pete, Margie….
Is this the time to realize that my life is hanging around, for just a moment or two longer?
Hey, my dear friends: Mary, Patti, Ziggy, Christine, Scottie, Ray, Pat, Chris, Bryan, Kelly, Christine, Susie, Dave, Muz, Tracy, Adria, Nicole, Peter, Cathy, Carol, Kait, Donna, Scottie, Beaver, Jess, Lori, Linda, Colleen, Andy, Chuckie, Steve, Cindy, Barb, Liz, Howie, Shirley, Bruce, Tom, Missie, Cindy, Gina, Higinio, Yadalia, Krissy, Alyssia, Anna, Minnie, Mike, Tamela, George Clooney, Orla, Liz, Mike, Rach, and so many more:
Is it time for this old goat to retire?
Life is short.
There is never a best time to move on to the next phase of life.
Give me 6 months.
Or 6 days.
Who really knows?
I love this life.
I wish it could last forever.
Hey, if I am around tomorrow, could you join me for a night cap?
To celebrate life?