Then again, I could be wrong
My kids joke and call me old; seriously, is 56 old? I don’t think so.
It’s true I have been around a block or two, surviving drinking from the water hose and playing under the street lamps after sunset. I was around when microwave ovens were invented and was as fascinated by the Rubiks Cube as the other 12-year-olds on the bus, but old?
On a sad note, I have survived a p...
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