91! It's probably unusual to start a sentence with a number, but, in this instance, the number is that of my age, reached Oct. 4 on my 91st birthday.
For a while that day, I thought back over the years to try to determine why I should be so blessed and came up with reasons: one, my Norwegian mother lived to be 87, so I apparently inherited her genes; two, I quit my 40-year smoking habit a few years ago; and three, we moved from California to Maui in 1977, when I was 56. There is no doubt in my mind that the God-blessed Hawaiian climate has been the major contributor to my longevity.
What a way to go.