I still get carded for alcohol purchases at 41 years old. I really try to consider this a compliment. I've gotten pretty good at lying about how good it feels to be mistaken for someone half my age. Sometimes I want to tell the cashier, "You're about my daughter's age." But that is not the Grace of an elder gentleman, is it? The only problem is, I don't look like my driver's license pic anymore! Maybe when my gray starts comin' in...

Ba-Dg-Er, you once remarked that you were about to hit your 100th post, or something like that. Hek, I earned "senior member" my first weekend!* Get some fire under your butt, Badg.

*This is actually what I call, "creative license." Never should my creative writing be evaluated for veracity.

By the way, Joe, how many posts is that for Geraldine's Spam? (Yecchh! --apologies to Rainman and Sussette.
I tried to like Spam once, but I failed miserably. Even this Spam is...kinda awful.)