Will You Still Be Sending Me a Valentine?

"What will I be doing at age 63?" asked 25 year old me. This photo would meet with his approval. When I was a child, I felt that I had a line of communication open with my elder self, and received guidance therefrom. Now that I'm old, it's the other way. I solicit *his* approval. Am I doing ok? Guess I missed the crossover point. Oh well. See also "Postcards from my Childhood", wherein I recount notes I sent my future self, worried that he'd forget essential stuff.