UPDATED - 12.1.13
I'm at that proverbial age where I'm tryin' ta "find myself". Been lookin' real hard, too... under the sofa, in the oven, behind the refrigerator, even in my dog's lair, hut, wigwam or whatever he's calling it these days. Actually, I don't have a dog. But, if I DID---ah, but I don't. Anyways, what were you saying? What? I was the one talking? Look, to make a long story LONGER, I'm Fifty-Fo', goin' on THIRTY! One day (according to doctors and psychiatrists!), I'll be the appropriate maturity for my age... but that day ain't TODAY! I'm in touch with my "Inner Child" all the time... at home, at business meetings--even on picnics! I'm NOT like some fine wine aging gracefully. Not THIS one. I'm goin' out swingin'--with upper cuts, rabbit punches and a mean Kung Fu grip!