I like to ask Siri all sorts of questions, and sometimes I get a smile out of her smart alecky answers. But yesterday I asked her a real question: what is the average life expectancy for an American male my age (73) and her answer of 85.44 years led to some serious and sobering thoughts. If 85 is the average, then obviously about half of men my age will die before they get to that mark which is 12 years away right now. Although I think of myself as pretty fit and healthy for my age, and still enjoy riding a 900 pound plus motorcycle in the good weather, I have to recognize that I've had quintuple coronary bypass surgery (20 years ago), renal cancer and the loss of one kidney (two years ago), several early stage melanomas, and about a half dozen other surgeries for varied ailments. I'm not sure if this balance of feeling pretty good, combined with my medical history, puts me on the short or long side of that average. Assuming I make it to the average of 85, in part that seems OK since 12 years is a pretty good stretch from now. On the other hand, I think back to when I was 61, twelve years before now, and it doesn't seem like a very long time at all. Maybe these are thoughts that I should try to put out of my head on this cold, snowy morning in Illinois. But it sure has made me suddenly start thinking that maybe I've overbought ammo for my guns, and maybe should put out of my head thoughts about adding yet more guns to my small stash.