For a year, Raquel Riggs has been trying to get me to go to the Senior Citizens Association meetings.
I wasn’t exactly sure how I should feel about that.
In spite of my Winter Plumage and the way I hobble around somedays, well, and the way I gasp for breath and look for sturdy things to lean against, I’m obviously not a Senior Citizen.
I listen to Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin, for crying out loud.
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