trof
trof's JournalOK, I confess. I appeared in blackface circa 1951.
I was in a fundraiser stage show revue for my grammar school in Birmingham, Alabama (I know, I know).
I was 10.
I wore a wooly wig, blackface, white gloves; standard minstrel show costume.
I sang the Hokey Pokey in front of a chorus line of young girls, also in blackface, who performed the dance as I sang.
I'll never run for political office.
Oh, and I wouldn't do that again.
Sorry, not Biden. Too late.
I'm a bit less than a year older than Joe.
Maybe his gaffes seem a bit endearing (to some), but I guarantee it will get worse.
My short term memory sux. I mean seriously.
I won't take up space here to give you examples, but it happens from one minute to the next.
Really.
I don't get lost, so I can still drive (in the local area) and my reflexes are still pretty good.
Hey, I flew real big airplanes for about 30 years so you might say my reflexes were better than average to begin with.
But I'm 78 years old and I feel every bit of that.
Don't give me the "you're only as old as you feel" crap.
Yeah, I know there are folks running marathons in their 90s.
Believe me, they are the very small exceptions, BY A LONG SHOT.
Joe Biden has been in elected office for over 40 years.
Folks, that's a career. That's plenty. That's enough.
Joe? Go enjoy your grandkids.
It's time for the youngers to come in.
OK, I got my Nomex undies on, so flame away.
And now I'm 78. Jeez. I didn't think I'd live this long.
As a fighter pilot in my 20s I figured I'd go down in a blaze of glory(?) somehow or another. It wasn't that hard to do back then. I lost some friends.
Don't misunderstand, I'm glad I did make it this far. I got to see and enjoy my daughter and my son-in-law and experience their perfect wedding. ($$$$ 
And be with my grandson and granddaughter.
Miz t and I celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary this year with a trip to Savannah.
Savannah is like New Orleans, but for grown ups.
Beautiful city and great restaurants.
When you're 78 and you read about people dying at 77 and 78 and 79 you start to wonder.
When does my number come up?
I feel OK. A few minor health issues, but controlable by pharmaceuticals (more than I would like).
So anyway...here I am at 78, still perkin' along, long past my predicted sell by date.
WooHoo! 
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If you're packing heat legally, you need our "GOOD GUY" T-shirt.
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