Why don’t I just stay here? Oh, I know… It’s not a good plan. But.
Before I forget. I shared a table at dinner on Tuesday with a very nice 101-year-old woman. Her large family was eating at another table in the restaurant. She shared my table because she couldn’t understand what anyone was saying at her table. I understand that. Many of my 80-something friends have that same problem when eating with a crowd. At the end of dinner, she wanted to introduce me to her son. Apparently, he is 80-something and she thinks he needs a girlfriend! I gave her my line about age-appropriate men looking for nurses or purses. She understood that.
So, I could live another 20 years. But, I doubt that very seriously. And what would I do differently if I knew I would live another 20 years? Absolutely nothing. Nobody is promised tomorrow.
By the way Joe. How about pardoning Leonard Peltier?