I went to my favorite local beachfront restaurant cum watering hole the other day, in order to find some impetus for this post. I had a beer and pondered my latest conclusion, that my body is getting a jump on my upcoming 65th birthday and has decided to start falling apart. I have found the meaning of life, having eluded me for six decades, comes down to wearing tropical-print shirts, eating chargrilled oysters at half price, and drinking two-dollar wells, two-dollar bottled domestic beer, and three-dollar beers on tap. You know, "happy" hour on the Gulf Coast. The meaning of life really wasn't all that difficult; it simply came down to being happy regardless of circumstances.
To read the rest of this next installment of “My Sunday Thought” concerning life, please follow the attached link: Got Life?