Headed off to see my Minnesota Twins play Houston today. The Twins are special to me. I am nervous about getting around on my legs that don't work very well.
Wife's son is going with me.so have help there. Taking a bus a few blocks to the light rail train then on downtown. The train stops right by the stadium. I'll find out how handicap friendly the stadium is.
With my walker I usually get some help when ppl.see me limping along. 
I'll send a report when I get back home. Go Twins!!!
I hope to have your tenacity when or if I get to your age. You sir are a true man among men.
Yesterday my dad called me over to his house. He wanted me to identify some strange plants in one of my mom's gardens in the yard. Turns out her mint collection, after disappearing for a while decided to re-emerge with gusto. I started naming the types of mints she wanted to grow, as she enjoyed an iced tea with fresh mint in it after working in her gardens. Chocolate, etc. My dad cried, realizing he blew my mom off when she tried teaching him what was in her gardens. It was not that he did not care, but it was a bit of an information overload and his purview was mostly cutting the grass and weed eating. also my moms calla lily's started blooming in her memorial garden. I carefully dug up some mints to plant at home, careful not to take too many, so they can grow more. Me and dad spent a couple of hours weeding the gardens and fixing the drip watering system. My sisters showed up to take dad shopping, as he has been hospitalized three times this summer for having low potassium spells in this heat, so until the weather cools off a bit, we are taking turns running errands for him. He is royally pissed off about it, but the sheriffs had to pull him out of the drivers seat to put him on the stretcher the last time, we put our foots down. The siblings meeting last night ended with us figuring out what to do with him when he is older, he is in his mid 60's and most of my siblings want to put him in a home. I got bent. sitting at my table they decided to go against his wishes, so I went to my gun safe and withdrew my .45 and sat it on the table.
"If you want to go that route, might as well put him out of his misery."
I said that with all the seriousness I could muster.
They tried to lay it out for me that he could die going to and from the camp if this condition persists. I said what the doctors told me. If he stays hydrated, and not just with Gatorade but other stuff, takes his potassium horse pills and his other medicines and avoids being out in the heat for longer than it takes to get to the mail box and back, he can and will improve. I even got him a gym membership, and he made some friends there. But they insist on him moving to a facility, so I figured it out. My younger sister wants the house. But I put my foot down, as dad hasn't finished finalizing his will. As it stands I am Executor of the Estate. But other than my siblings being asshats, I had a wonderful saturday with dad.