1939 - 2009 March 13th: "Three Score Years and Ten"


Amazing, I've managed seventy years. The biblical designated span.

The past? Much seen - a world war, the blossoming of air travel, men on the moon, plastics, computers.

And yet, we're still cruel, stupid, little animals. That has changed little in seventy years! Killing each other still and, it seems, the planet.

I've fathered two sons, grandfathered four grandchildren - all six delight me.

The future? Uncertain of course ... they say that the uncertainty is part of the magic.

Regrets, sadness, guilt - yes - but who hasn't.

Is the world a better place for my being here? No, not really - but it's no worse!

Best of all? My sweet Lady Vivian. Can any man have been luckier?