I got on an elevator with this old geezer, and I noticed that he looked sort of familiar. He kept staring at me. Finally, he said, "Aren't you Don Firth?" I said I was. He said, "I'm Dean Connolly. We went to Roosevelt High School together!"

That, I think, is what's known as eating a reality sandwich.

Come June, I'll hit the Big Seven-Oh. Actually, I'm about twenty-four. What I want to know is how did I get trapped in this 69 year-old body?!?!?!?!?

The voice still works, and so do the fingers, so what the hell!

Don Firth