I could live to be a hundred.

Not that I particularly want to.

But with an 80th birthday looming, I’ve made it closer to the century mark than a few billion before me.

I don’t tar my lungs, and I have the genes thing going for me.

My mother passed just short of age 89, and my granddad made it to ninety-four.  (He had an Iowa aunt who survived to 110, but the dear didn’t really know how old or who she was her last 15 years.) (more…)