On turning 60

.This morning as I was walking down the hill from my campsite I spotted a cigarette pack on the sidewalk. Marlboro Lights. I thought: “Wouldn’t it be cool if there were cigarettes in the pack in honor of this being my birthday and all.” And when I opened up the pack there was indeed 4 cigarettes in the pack.

I took that as a good omen. A sign. It was a birthday gift from the gods.

I guess it would have been cooler if the gods had put 6 cigarettes in the pack in honor of my 60th birthday. But you know how it is. The gods sometimes send out mixed messages.

Later in the morning, I sat by myself quietly smoking my cigarette, watching as the smoke curled up in the air, and ruminating about what exactly it meant to be 60 years old and alive at this juncture of my life as a human being on planet earth amidst eternal time and space. But mostly thinking about what I was going to eat for breakfast.






One thought on “On turning 60

  1. Happy (belated) birthday, Ace. Your blog reminds me of what I rightly miss about the city of Berkeley, from which I am, however, long departed. I only met you once, but your spirit shines through in your writing. I really enjoy your blog.

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