Before we go any further, I need to promise you something.
I am NOT going to give you 73 lessons I’ve learned in 73 years.
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You’re welcome.
When I was about four years old, I decided the dog’s breakfast looked pretty good. So I got down on all fours, stuck my face in his bowl and joined him.
The dog apparently had not been consulted about this arrangement.
He bit me on the chin.
In retrospect, perhaps that should have been Lesson #1. I have no idea what the other 72 would be.
I’ve been a few different guys since then
For a good chunk of my life, I surfed. I loved it.
I had great friends in that world. Some were world-class surfers. I knew guys who surfed waves considerably bigger than anything I had an interest in paddling into.
I ran too. And for a while Peggy and I got pretty serious about weight training. Serious enough that around 2000 we entered one of those fitness magazine body-transformation contests.
Peggy won her category. I came in second in mine.
There were bikinis.
There were Speedos.
