Shoe by Gary Brookins and Susie MacNelly for May 09, 2019

In the past maybe. I am afraid a surprise party now might very well kill him.

When they light the candles on his cake, the neighbors believe that it’s a barbecue party.

I hit 66 in ten days. Ugh.

My birthday falls in December. I was 12 years old before realizing that to most people birthdays and Christmas were separate events.

I’m thankful that I’m still on the right side of the grass. But then again, so are cow patties. ;)

Ah yes: The Stainless Steel years. Hips, knees, shoulders – implants

I got underwear older than that….

I told my kids at 70 I’m counting backwords. Now I’m 68.

I hear you Biz.

The surprise is a coronary.

Old age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy!