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When I was a young, exuberant, son of a bitch, screaming-out the lyrics to rolling stones songs as I merrily broke speed limits, I castigated the sentiment and nostalgia of the old. I was a brash, behemothic man who had no time for sweet and wistful thoughts of the past.

Now, alas, I regret to state that old-fartism has insidiously taken hold in my once gorgeous body and mind. I actually get tired at times. I have pains. I have a zillion and one complaints.

But there is a way to PRESERVE ONE'S COOLNESS EVEN AS ONE BECOMES AN OLD FART:

The solution is in the movie "Harold and Maude." Maude is an 80 year old bitch who can rock and roll with the best of them. She steals cars, does drugs, and transplants trees to the forest because the city gives them asthma.

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Yeah, I know how you feel. The days get longer and the years get shorter. It's like a roll of toilet paper - the closer you get to the end, the faster it goes. Having a friend along the way helps to see each day refracted through another's point of view, enriching the experience. Be well.

J

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