Well this old renegade turned the big 6-O in the wee hours of O dark 30 this morning. The body fails me and if I'd known I'd live this long I might have taken better care of it, but the mind is willing and in my head I'm not a day over 33.

In my heart I'm still on the truck, lights & siren, headed where everybody is running from. I didn't make it into outer space, but maybe my ashes will get a chance at it.

I have a good wife, have raised a son to manhood, dogs and cats still like me and I've had true friends. What more could you want?

I've forgotten a lot of what I knew or thought I knew, but am much wiser now, life will do that to you if you let it. My heroes are no longer great generals, presidents and kings, but the folks at the pointy end of the stick, on the street, in the trench's so to speak everyday. 

Fear yea I got them only a fool doesn't, but they no longer scare me. Regrets, sure I can have them too, but I wouldn't change things cause then I would have missed the dance.