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Crystal Ball

Standing in line for the ladies room at Longwood Gardens, I see what I will be in a decade or two. Or four. And the thing is, I don’t mind. Well, I mind standing in line for the restroom, but I am not bothered by this glimpse into my future. Women wearing chunky yet high end sweaters with large buttons, necklaces mixing uncut stones with gems. Short hair–even shorter than mine now–with or without a hat. I can live with that.  At least I didn’t see myself in thirty years at bingo at the rod and gun club.  Now THAT would be scary!