Yesterday a friend of mine named John came by to walk and to ask me questions. It was an interview for the local paper, the Beachcomber. See right there, a guy has to just feel darn lucky to live in a place that has that title on it’s weekly journal. And part of that journal is a feature that John writes called Life Lessons From Our Seniors.

Really Felipé a senior? Wait a minute. Well, maybe Phil is a senior. Let’s leave it for him then. I think Felipé is more on the timeless side of things. Yes, that fits the moment perfectly. The article is about Phil and we will leave Felipé out of this one. Phew!

I mean John is a friend of Felipé’s also, yes of course. Everyone should know John actually. That would be a good thing for the world in general.

So, yea, poor Phil has to carry the burden on this one, this “senior” designation. I mean “middle age” is a horrible designation and that seems mild all of a sudden compared. Hmmm. I think we need a new system, this doesn’t seem to fit anymore. Let me get my people in gear on this.

That was a nice thing about our old friend the Camino. It seemed to mix pilgrims up nicely. Young and old got together and did it together, the job at hand. It sort of made you forget about the lines that sometimes exist that separate us. I think that was part of our job on the Camino to do a lot of forgetting. How does that strike you?

Yup, time to move on today. Have to move things forward. Tomorrow then loves, Felipé.