Charlie Daniels turned 82 yesterday. Last week he penned a nice letter about his life at 82. I think you should read it:   October 28, 2018, God willing, I will turn 82 years old. What are you supposed to be doing and how are you supposed to act when you’re 82? Should there be an added degree of sophistication, a thicker veneer of dignity, with most of your attention aimed toward the weightier things of life? Or maybe sit in a rocking chair and regale anybody who will listen with tales of “the good ol’ days”? Or maybe spend your days in a bass rig or on a golf course or indulging in some sedentary hobby? Or just sleep late and learn to name the players and identify with the ongoing tragedies in the lives of soap opera characters? Well, to those who choose to spend their golden years in such pursuits, as they say “down unda,” “Good on ya, mate,” hats off, kudos, well wishes and bon voyage on your chosen method of cruising into the sunset. But as for me, I look at my next year of life as another journey through the competition, hassle, hustle bustle,…Continue reading The fire burns on–Charlie Daniels at 82