Thank you.
Well, I made it to 69 1/2 before my heart metaphorically tapped me on the shoulder. Although the cardiologist told me I was lucky to be alive, I seem to be fine now and have no restrictions on activity at all. I go to the gym daily, I did some mountain climbing in April, and of course the real test will be yelling at the TV during SU football games. That frustration can't be good for anybody.
As an aside, those alums of a certain age will recall the food trucks on campus: The Dingleman and the Wimpy Wagon. Ours were parked between Watson and Dellplain.
Not sure if these things still exist, but there was a thing called a jawbreaker. This particular insanity was a sub roll with two burgers side by side, flavored with the food truck's own combination of excess grease and exhaust fumes. A cheese jaw was two cheeseburgers. For two years I ate one between 8 and 9 almost every night. On those nights when I didn't do that, it was a bunch of pizza from The Varsity. I'm not going to say I was skinny in those days exactly but the truth is I was easily concealed behind a #2 pencil. The net result was that I felt I was bulletproof diet-wise and so I am sure a sludge of cholesterol formed in my coronary arteries in the early 1970's and said "now we play the waiting game!"