A story about... Age © 2000 Marg Frey, Bryce Graves-Hurst, [Nahoya], Christine Schwab	CHRISTINE	MARG	BRYCE & NAHOYA
				NAHOYA & BRYCE
			BRYCE
			NAHOYA	MARG & BRYCE
				BRYCE & MARG

Nope, actually I figured that whatever time was allotted to me, it was my job to fill it. I throw my memories, my loves, my thrills, my disappointments, my victories all into a large pie that is my life. If I can live long enough to look back, I want a big juicy pie to eat every day.

Even if I don't have teeth.

I just want friends to know I lived. Hard. Happily. Fully. Richly. Even if it grays my hair early. At least I have earned it. Properly.

There's a song about where sailors go when they don't go to hell. "Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates, and I'll see you someday on Fiddler's Green."

All the sailors who gather there will surely have good stories to tell. I'll be taking my biggest, and when I'm finished there won't be a hair left that's not white.