Got up this morning and attacked a painting that conveys how I feel today.
Perhaps some of my friends and classmates can relate. An alternate title could be, "Bodie Boze Bell" since the sagging building is taken from a photo of a leaning wreck in the ghost town of Bodie. I took one look at it and thought to myself, that's exactly how I feel! A leaning wreck, but still standing with some side support.
Yesterday I wore my Rolling Stones T-shirt to the doctor's office to get a physical. The attending doctor looked very old to me, if I had to guess, he was in his late seventies, or early eighties. I'm sitting on the examining table and he is taking my pulse when he notices the shirt. "Did you ever see them?"
Yes, I told him I have seen the Stones six times, including the infamous 1972 tour that the T-shirt represents. The doctor says, "I missed them in DC back in the eighties. I'm too young." The doctor is younger than me!