Some people wear purple when they get old. I am eating peanuts–honey roasted. A friend sent a birthday package with me and it has small bags of peanuts. So, on my 60th, I am sitting here in the Black Hills at my campsite eating peanuts. The temperature is a brisk 50 degrees, a perfect morning. Tango and I took a long birthday walk and now, it’s just peanuts and coffee. Perfect!