I was some 75 years old last June but don't feel wiser than a year and a minute ago. Time seems not to slow nor step aside. I have not felt as threatened as I might . . . I still have a job and a monthly SS check slowly building an annuity of sorts . . . but even if I find food for all of my tomorrows, what becomes of all those others? I see them as I walk about, some with soddy blankets, and some without, and what of those aging bikes with contested owners.