When I was 20, 30, 40, 50 and even 55, age 60 seemed a long way away. Time has finally caught up with me. The good news is that next year, I get to dance in the B2 division. (This is a good thing – I’ll be the youngest of the bracket!) I intend to make this one a great year.
Thought I’d share this photo – the charming moppet is yours truly, and if you really want to know who the distraught gentleman is, contact me directly. This was my brush with history.