I just passed my 77th birthday last month and I'm doing fine, thank you. The singing voice still seems to be okay. Whenever I record something and play it back, it sounds about the same as it did when I was in my thirties.

But I can vouch for the statement that inside every septuagenarian, there is a teen-ager saying, "What the hell happened!??"

Oliver Wendell Holmes, at the age of ninety, was walking across a college campus with a colleague. It was a windy day, and as they passed a couple of pretty young coeds whose skirts were being blown about some, Holmes heaved a nostalgic sigh and said, "Ah, yes! It makes me wish I were seventy again!"

If you didn't know how old you are, how old would you be?

Don Firth