Thanks for sticking up for me, John: Mick isn't far off. Actually, I just turned 72. My definition of "old" is ten years older than me. Always has been, always will be.

Many years ago, I went to visit my Uncle and Aunt in a retirement home, and a woman came poppa-wheeling into the lounge in her wheel chair and rolled right across my Uncle Walt's foot. Once he regained his composure (he was a minister, so it was a stretch) my Aunt Ruby told the woman to tell us how old she was, as she'd recently celebrated her birthday. She proudly announced that she was 106, but that a man had visited with her a couple of days earlier and when she told him that she was 106, he said, "You don't look a day over 100."

Jerry