As of last Saturday, I am the age of Ronald Reagan when he was elected president the first time. With him as my role model, I now have time for another career.
Someone asked this morning if I intend to enter politics. I said, “No. The movies.”
Two days before me, Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi and movie actor James Caan also reached the advanced age of 69. They look better and younger than me because they color their hair.
I’m considering going into denial about future birthdays. I may resort to the Greer Garson line: “Age is just a number and mine is unlisted.”
Got time for some stuff?
(In a conference, a friend, observing me dropping in an occasional humorous line, accused me of shallowness. I responded, “Everyone of those quips is profound. But most people don’t take the time to study them. That’s their problem, not mine.” That’s not entirely true, but I like to pretend it is!)
This fellow said their family used to have a “mobile” outhouse. In the summer it was 65 steps and in the winter it was a mile-and-a-half.
I had a garage sale. In the very first hour I sold $849 worth of stuff—for 39 dollars and 50 cents.
Two old men were talking. One said, “I’m going to live to be 120.” The other said, “I’m gonna miss you.”