I went to my 50th a couple years ago. Most were sick, lame, lazy, blind, crippled, or crazy. Another gal I grew up with bit the dust last week, so says the book of face. Our town has an annual reunion in another town since the groids took over most of town. Ain’t safe for that many social security recipients to be in one place around there in the park. I may go next year and take my son as tail gunner.
