62-year-young 'aging hippie' according to my son,
or 'fat old hag' according to a poster here who's never met me.
Widowed at 51, retired at 60, sometime traveller and poet -
with all the time in the world to do, as James Elroy Flecker said: -
We travel not for traffiking alone By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned For love of knowing what should not be known We take the golden road to Samarkand..