I TURNED seventy this year. A long journey of three score years and ten. This morning, I heard Paul Kelly talking about his new album called ‘Seventy’. It takes a lot of luck to get to seventy, he said.
I was a child of the 1950s, and I have indeed had my share of luck along the way to get here. There have been two close shaves with death, once when I was eight and again after the birth of my daughter. There were some rather reckless years in my early adulthood, but I’ve made it through somehow. In the mirror, I can see the tracks of the years I have lived. At some stages, I've felt much older than the reflection I see in the mirror. When the going is good, I feel about 35 inside.












