50 years ago today, 9 months after a snowstorm hit the greater Victoria, B.C. area (or so I’ve been told), I showed up.
It’s been quite the ride, so far.
An interesting thing to watch as you age are your beliefs and opinions. Some solidify (into concrete, if my father is any indication), and others meld and morph and turn into things you never would be predicted at an earlier age.
I think they call it growth. But I could be wrong. Or you may not agree. Whatever.
So, using this half-century mark as an excuse, I thought I’d jot down a few things…