My husband’s ability to drive gradually declined. Because I watched it happen to him, I’m hoping I’ll recognize it when I’m no longer a safe driver. However, since most people don’t, I’ve told my kids that when they think my time has come to give up the keys, I will do so—maybe not happily, but willingly. We’ll see if that really happens. I’ll give them a copy of this article, so they will have it in writing.
Guest Writers Blog
This blog presents the ideas and creative thinking of some of Utah's talented older adult writers. Their submissions are to inform and entertain, not to present policy or opinion positions of the Utah Commission on Aging. Enjoy.
On the heels of the big NBA Allstar Weekend, it seems appropriate to address a love/hate relationship I have with tourism. Hate is a bit strong. It’s mostly a love affair, but there’s another side that I can’t ignore. To begin with, I’ve been involved in promoting travel to our state since the late 70’s when I was in the advertising agency world.
You’re 18; you’re finally an adult; you think you know everything. You’ve graduated from high school (which was probably the hardest thing you will ever have to go through), and you’ve reached the moment that you’ve always dreamt of: adulthood. Now you can live your dream life, and you will finally be happy…