I mentioned my Great Aunt Daryl awhile back. More than two years after she moved to the area, I discovered she was living nearby, and I high-tailed it down to South San Francisco to see her. She turned 100 yesterday. As Pete said, "If I could be in such good shape at 70, I'd be happy."
It was Daryl Henson day, officially, in South San Francisco yesterday.
And all the candles on the cake? She blew them out herself.
What a joy it was to be there, even if beets was one of the items on the menu. Damn, to live to 100 I have to eat beets? I'll settle for 99, thanks.