This picture, is about as old as I am in my minds eye. How can I be old enough to have pictures that are 25 year's old? And I was no spring chicken when this was taken 25 years ago. John Major was in residence down the street that year. This was my first trip to England in 1990.
A lot has changed in 25 years, much of it for the better. Where will I be and what will I be doing 25 years from now? Well at 82 I will be old, or decomposing. If I am still up for the adventure 82 could be fun, but I really don't have a problem with decomposing at that age. In the words of the modern bard Jimmy Buffet, "I'd rather die while I am living, then live when I am dead." People really should come with an expiration date, I am likely past my "best by" date.