Who's Going to Stop Me? I'm 90.

.....Dear Ruthie, my 90th birthday party was a blast.  I missed you very much that night.  Rhoda did a fine job reading your poem. I enjoyed it so much.  How much do I owe you?  Just kidding!  We had about 60 people there including two former students and Phil Bergovoy--if you can believe it.  He came somewhat late, and in a wheelchair which blew me away.  His voice is down a treble or two.  I had hearing aids and I could barely hear him.  I was surprised and delighted to see him, and I suspect he did not comment on my blog because he was ill--with what, I do not know.  But believe me when I say I enjoyed his company and hope his health will improve.  Hindy also came, and I imagine she did the driving.  She's a great caregiver. 

.....All four of my kids came, and all four of my grandkids as well as Huston the great grandkid.  He's 18 months old now and the youngest person at my party.  I suspect that I was the oldest, but I've been told many times that I don't look 90.  I don't even feel 90 although (pronounced "althuff") I haven't a clue as to what you're supposed to feel at 90?? As soon as I get some photos I'll send them to you.  Five invitees failed to show up, though we paid for them.  One couple did not even respond to the RSVP.  One result of the party was that Huston upstaged me.  And, oh yes, I believe I sent you some photos. If you need to know who someone is, Identify the photo.

.....As far as the manuscript is concerned to the musical I wrote, it's been "stolen".
Back in the beginning of December, I named a "friend" of mine as Director.  Since then I have not heard a word from him--either by phone or email.  He got some of his cronies and made changes to my script. This, of course, was a violation of my copyright.  He even changed the name of the show which I titled "43!" with the quote marks and all.  Now it's titled, "A USO show of the 40's" which has no mystique or panache. It's a summary, not a title.  There are other factors involved which I don't wish to bore you with.  I mean "with which I don't mean to bore you".

.....Now I'm 90.  What a surprise!  (And the pictures don't do me justice.)