Judy and Jeff Sellers write a weekly newspaper column titled “Sexy after Sixty.”
A sort of diary – but not only – about their lives and innermost thoughts in and around their modest beach shack on a Caribbean tropical island paradise which they stubbornly refuse to identify “to prevent it being overrun by frisky expatriate sexagenarians like ourselves.”
New Jersey born Judy married Chicago native in the “Swinging Sixties.” They have 3 children, a daughter and identical twin sons. Friskiness runs in the family. They’re now blessed with 6 grandchildren and counting. They’re less blessed if what Jeff says is true, “And they all look like me.”
They’ve lived in 5 different countries – not counting their current Fantasy Island – and semi-mastered a couple of non-English speaking languages.
Jeff’s senior management job in the world’s largest soap company took him as he now puts it “to all parts of the world to meaningless meetings to put out fires that re-ignited the moment I left.”
So before losing it completely he unilaterally retired on short notice and he and Judy moved to Malibu, California.
From where on a spur-of-the-moment impulse a they took a vacation in Brazil. Fortuitously as it transpired.
On the way back their plane made an emergency landing on the West Indian island where they now make their home.
Why? No-one told them why the plane made the unscheduled stop but they decided on the island because it has hidden coves predestined for frisky frolicking in the warm azure-blue Caribbean Sea. And you can sleep out at night on the “moon” deck.
Their weekly “Sexy after Sixty” column is now a regular feature in Caribbean papers.
What’s the rest of the world waiting for?
