Observations at Fifty-Seven

Though I admire pretty, I crave honest.

The gas tanks in both of my automobiles are full. 

I understand why, when I was only five, an old woman gave me her beloved collection of stones and gems, a collection that took her sixty years to gather. 

I am no longer afraid of the dark.

I am just beginning to understand electricity.

I have grown fond of one particular green ceramic coffee cup (and use it each morning).

I actually check to assure that my socks match as I dress in the morning.

If I could go back in time, I would un-vote (my own word?) for Ross Perot.

Thomas Jefferson and Nicola Tesla are my heroes.

I am no longer appalled by the thought of using my own money to purchase a throw rug.

The thought of always living alone is the most frightening thing.

--Mitchell Hegman