By Dear Abby - Abigail Van Buren
Old folks are worth a fortune: With silver in their hair,
gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys, lead in their feet and gas in their
stomachs. I have become a lot more social with the passing of the years; some
might even call me a frivolous old gal. I’m seeing five gentlemen every day. As
soon as I wake, Will Power helps me get out of bed. Then I go to see John. Then
Charley Horse comes along, and when he is here he takes a lot of my time and
attention. When he leaves, Arthur Ritis shows up and stays the rest of the day.
(He doesn’t like to stay in one place very long, so he takes me from joint to
joint.) After such a busy day, I’m really tired and glad to go to bed with Ben
Gay. What a life!
P.S. The preacher came to call the other day. He said that
at my age I should be thinking about the hereafter. I told him I do – all the
time. No matter where I am – in the living room, in the kitchen, or down in the
basement – I ask myself, “Now, what am I here after?”
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