A friend recently had movies made of his playing the piano at the Old Folks Home, and there I was playing accompaniment on my harmonica.
Trouble is, I see myself as a caricature of an old man, a codger, a rolly-polly troll, pants pulled up to his chest. That is not how I feel. I still feel like a teen-ager, who happens to use a wheel chair.
What do I miss most being an old curmudgeon? Driving? Flying? Swimming? All of the above, and more than that: Romance.
And I forgot to mention Running, Hiking, Dancing, Biking and Motor-cycling. Never managed to learn to Unicycle though I tried. I did walk on stilts though.