"...hat"
At last I'm old sick, and broke. Just like my favorite saint Walt Whitman. So far so good. He worse neat hats too!
On the further upside. In the last few years when I seem to have become visibly older. Elder folks reach out as I stumble along.
You sages out there noticed this?
They'll just strike up conversation,...since I'm clearly in the Club. Suddenly we're talking about 1957, and the Dodgers. We're in a time of life when there's this instinct to download what we know.
So we tend to speak to other elders oblivious kids, and the walls.
We have near a century of stories busting out of us.
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