I posted, the other day, about a study that shows people my age are in the 'happiest' stage of their lives, and it just gets better, for a while. Have been thinking about it, and part of my happiness is having lots of 'rocking chair memories', as my buddy and I used to refer to them, whether it was a fantastic moment, or a pretty hairy one, of which we had our share. I'm still amazed we got out of all of them, alive, not incarcerated and (mostly) unhurt. These days, I'd put my RCM's up against about anyone's. In sports, from high school b-ball, track, then darts, golf, all kinds of fishing, from Canadian float plane trips, deep sea, all over the Rockies, as well as in Nebr growing up, with pheasant and duck hunting, as well as deer and elk over Colorado, (with a bow and rifle), RV trips, backpacking and boat adventures, over 40 years of snow skiing, plus MANY trips to Lake Powell, Mexico, Canada, Europe, etc, not even counting many years of rock n ro