Happy Birthday, Bobby!

"...Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?"

I'm 59 and feeling every one of those years. Ow.

This is not my "second childhood". I'm not finished with the first one yet.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

"I'd like to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather....not screaming in terror like the passengers on his bus." - Jack Handy