Well,

Here I sit, looking at the calendar.

It seems that as of this date I have somehow managed to live to the astounding age of SEVENTY FIVE! Not exactly a record, I guess, but to some people it seems to be noteworthy because I'm getting a lot of those wise-ass birthday cards people send out on such occasions.

My lovely wife has arranged a party for me at our son's house and invited the few characters who will still admit to being my friends. I don't think I'm going to go, though. There's only going to be OLD people there and who wants to hang around those guys?


Jim