Letter from my 90-year-old SelfBlog / Produced by The High Calling
Keep your fingers crossed for that totally white hair and beard combination. It takes a few more years but the evolution comes to pass and getting to play Santa every Christmas afterwards is pure unadulterated joy. Don’t fear the extra pounds around the middle, a part of the gig is fitting in the suit. And the poetry? Well, it takes you places you wouldn’t believe if I told you, so I’m not, just keep stubbornly writing what you see when you look. Image by Eric Hart. Used with permission. Sourced via Flickr. Post by John Blase; featured by Ann Kroeker.