it's a sign. It's such a beautiful summer, and my tolerance for the **** life delivers is near broken.

I am age 55 and suddenly the age has dawned where the crappy things that come along in "old" age start to mount.

You know what you young whipper snappers? It creeps up damn fast and bites you in the butt. Then, damn it all, you know the real end is approaching. The END is perhaps not so frightening as the approach.

and so it goes....