I more and more appreciate the recollection of that T-shirt I saw in the lobby of the Royal Waikoloan when I was a mere snot-nosed punk of 41. Now, a decade and a half later, everything hurts a little bit more, and life remains just as exciting and precious as ever. A little more than half way through my FIRST century and I am just as eager as I was in 1988 to vote for The Good Doctor.
Tipping my hat right back atcha!
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