Getting Old Is Not For Sissies.

At 50, I Thought Proudly: Here We Are, Half Century! Being 60 Was Fairly Frightening. You Want To Know How I Spent My 70th Birthday? I Put On A Completely Black Face, A Fuzzy Black Afro Wig, Wore Black Clothes And Hung A Black Wreath On My Door.

Brought Up To Respect The Conventions, Love Had To End In Marriage. I'm Afraid It Did.

Yes, Burn Your Bridges.

I Think I'll Have A Large Order Of Prognosis Negative.

I've Lost My Faith In Science.