When we took our usual walk around the nearby reservoir on Saturday, I noted some joggers with their lily-white legs exposed, a sure sign that spring is in the air.  Of course Peter and I were still in our winter jackets, but I reminded him of the days when we went running in the winter and he wore his flimsy Bill Rogers running shorts, despite the bitter cold.  People noticed.

That got us talking about the good old days, something old folks do.  I shared a great insight with him. 

Ten years from now, these will be the good old days.