I got measured at 18 when I got my draft card, and I was quite happy that I topped 6 feet. My dad was about 6' 2'' and brother Marchin is securely over the 6 foot barrier somewhere. Every driver's license I've ever had has my height list at 6 feet. My weight has been all over the place. Once, the summer before I got married, I actually tipped the scales at over 200 pounds. There's a picture of me somewhere looking conspicuously like Junior Sample from the old Saturday night tv show Hee Haw. I got a bit scared when I saw that photo. I lost quite a bit of weight for my spring wedding the following year, and it has always fluctuated from about 190-162. The last time I weighed in I rode the scale at 172. I can 'live' with that, but what I struggle with this morning is that my height was 5'11. I even had the gal double check it. "Sorry", she said, "it's 5'11'." I guess I couldn't stay 6 feet forever. This is gonna take some getting used to. Shhhhhh now. Don't tell anyone our little secret. ps. Did anyone else have a Mom who religiously marked the vertical growth of her kids on a wall someplace in the house? Ours was in the kitchen next to the woodstove. I got so excited by my growth. It was all about the little things.