I was talking with an old friend (they all are old these days).
He asked if, when we were in our 40s, I ever thought about being this old. I said I didn’t and if I had followed all the suggestions for getting to be this old I’d probably be dead right now.

There will be no birthday cake.

Think about it:
Suppose you were in a restaurant and saw an 82-year old man presented with a cake.
Suppose you watched him take a deep breathe and blow as hard and as long as he could on the cake.
Suppose a waitress then came to you and asked if you would like a piece of cake for free.
Would you eat a piece of cake an 82-year old man had just wheezed all over?
Come on!

Seriously, I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you who took the time to send me an e-mail or to comment on my nonsense writing. Those letters meant a lot to me.
And for that other person who disagreed with me so violently, well -- no comment is necessary because, if he followed my suggestion, they don't have computers down there.
Or possibly it is solid ice now that we have elected George Bush for a second term.