Consider Yourself Warned

Missouri now has driver licenses expiring on your birthday. My 67th is next week. One perk of being at least 65 is that I did not have to prove I am a citizen by bringing in my passport. I did have to furnish other data to prove address, etc.

After doing the eye exam thing, signing the application, and having my picture taken, I was duly issued a new license which allows me to drive until my 73rd birthday. Gives one pause, I think.

First, consider yourself warned that another old guy is behind the wheel. And thinking about being 73 is strange altogether.

Second, I have to ask myself the question: How many more drivers licenses are in my future before mental and/or physical disability or death? I did look on the state’s Internet site and found that when I go to get my next renewal, I will only get a three-year license instead of a six-year one, so the answer to the above question is modified.

Third, this brings up other “how many?” questions. They include:

My dogs are 8 and 10. How many more dogs will I own?

My perpetual question when a new shipment of wine arrives with advice not to drink it for another 8-10 years: When do I stop ordering new wine?

If we need to replace something or fix it, what is the time line we should think of regarding how long it will last?

There are more, but you get the drift. Hey, it’s not depressing or morbid. It’s just what is.