"Life is a long lesson in humility" (Barrie)

.....Today I enjoyed a visit from Hal Mack and his son down from Naples.  Besides myself, Hal is the only remaining crew member of our B-24 Liberator crew.  He's 89, a year older than I am--but he's in much better shape; he still is able to play golf.  His son is about a foot taller than his dad and must be about 63.  A very pleasant man.  We took them to Gramercy for lunch and Hal picked up the check when I really wanted to.  But we agreed that I'd pay for the dinner next time we meet.  It was a joy to see Hal--we both were radiomen aboard the plane.  I firmly believe that Hal will live to see 90+.  He told me about www.honorflights.org which honors WWII veterans by taking a large group each year to the WWII memorial in Washington absolutely free.  I have an application and I will certainly send it in.  There aren't too many WWII vets around--dying at the rate of 1100 each day; that means 401,500 a year.  I plan to be the oldest WWII still living.  That's easily done; all I have to do is to take my pills and inhale two mallomars each day.  

.....I need to explain my position on living a longer life.  You take your pills for your health as your doctors have prescribed and your spouse insists.  The mallomars are for your incentive; it's encouragement to live for the mallomars the next day.  I think I will copywrite and expand on this program for longevity.  It will probably sell more books than the ones I've already published.  All I'll need is a suitable title.  Let us move on:

.....Today is my ex's birthday.  I know when she was born, but I will not divulge that information; it's not civil.  I sent her an "e-card".  They are much cheaper than the paper ones.  She's a good person and she certainly was a good mother in raising four successful and bright children.  I don't know why she decided to birth Joel only two days after her's. It puts parties too close together; who wants to go to one party on Monday and another on Wednesday?  Bad planning.  But why should I be talking; my mother birthed me two days before Leap Year.  If I was born on the 29th of February I would be a lot younger than I am now-- like "Rafe Rackstraw" in HMS Pinafore-- because our birthdays only occurred every four years.  If we go by birthdays I'd only be about 23 instead of 88.  I think I'll copyright this.