Sex After 90 Is Like Trying To

I Would Read Playboy More Often, But My Glasses Keep Steaming Up.

Joy Is Obtaining A Big, Loving, Caring Shut-knit Household In Yet Another Town.

You Know You're Getting Old When You Stoop To Tie Your Shoelaces And Wonder What Else You Could Do While You're Down There.

It's Good To Be Here. At 98, It's Good To Be Anywhere.

None Of Us Kids Had A Middle Name. We Were Lucky We Had Any Name At All. By The Time My Mother Got Around To Naming One, There Was Another On The Way.