OVER THE HILL and still climbing

 Oh, I wish I were in my 30s again! My entire adult life would be ahead of me, shining brightly, albeit unknown. But I'm not. I'm in my 80s, over the hill, and not just in my 'I just turned 80' confession, but well into my late '80s, where even car rental companies shun you. I haven't had sex since George W. Bush was President and really good sex took me back to Bill Clinton. I mean, who can forget the days of Monica 

Lewinski and her blue dress. Memories are poor substitutes for steamy bodies.

But I can't complain. It's been a roller coaster ride worthy of Magic Mountain. I've loved and been loved. I've traveled the world and 

seen great wealth and tragic poverty. I've seen glaciers melt and 

technologies soar. I've listened to magnificent music and I've seen great art. I have friends that I adore, although in recent years I've lost far too many. On the scales of time, I've had an amazing run....and 

I'm still running, slower, but still trying to kick-ass.

My name is Samantha Reed! You can call me 'Sam' and this isn't an autobiography. That would require too much self-indulgence. No! It's a mixture of me and not me...a cannibalized life of fiction and reality.