I miss being young

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That’s me in St. Petersburg, Florida, in the early ’80s. I lived in this great place overlooking Lassing Park and Tampa Bay.

No aches and pains. No regrets. I looked forward more than back.

Not now. Now I keep thinking of all my zigs when I should have zagged.

And the face I see in the mirror isn’t this one anymore.