Just spent a week camping in the UP of Michigan and riding dirtbikes. 6 days and 242 miles of single track/snow mobile trails. The super moon rise over the lake was off the charts. Lake Superior is f@cking cold but refreshing after a long ride!
I already had a Cajun Mambo tell me when I was about 4 I was going to live to be 72. Ain't skewered of nothing. Except for turning 72.
18 to go. To be honest, she didn't specifically say that I was going to die at 72. Technically... Best I can guess is this was something to do with Mardi Gras in 73. I was at some manner of festival with my mother and grandmother. We were walking past this tent and this stereotypical wart nosed bejeweled crazy lady spotted me, her face lit up and she ran out of the tent, grabbed my face in both hands and with a big ol gap toothed grin let me know I was going to live to be 72. She didn't get a chance to elaborate on things before my grandmother yanked me out of there and my mother "had a few words" with her. That's one of my earliest memories.