Last year when I turned 64 years old, I had planned on writing a post about being 64. You know, like the Beatles song “When I’m 64.” Especially this part: Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
Parking Lot Serendipity
Seriously, one really never knows who’s going to pop up. Or where they’re gonna do it. Or what they’re going to do once they do their popping-up. Here’s my Wednesday afternoon parking lot adventure, complete with random people! On my