Sometimes It's Hard To Tell What's Love

My Body Is Not Designed To Run. My Body Was Designed To Sit In An Expensive Care And Drive.

Mrs. Zuppa Was Coming In From Bingo Just As I Was Leaving The Building. "looks Like You're Going To Work," She Said, Leaning Heavily On Her Cane. "what Are You Packin'?" "a Thirty-eight." "i Like A Nine-millimeter Myself." "a Nine's Good." "easier To Use A Semiautomatic After You've Had Hip Replacement And You Walk With A Cane," She Said. One Of Those Useful Pieces Of Information To File Away And Resurrect When I Turn Eighty-three.

And Something Chocolate, Of Course. A Meal Was Not A Meal Without Some Sort Of Chocolate For Desert.

I Think Money Isn't Any Good Sitting Around, So I Spend Some Time In The Shoe Department At Saks.

I Don't Know Much About Cars," Joyce Said, "but I Think Someone Took My Engine.