Well, here it is again. My birthday! When you’re a kid they can’t come quickly enough. When you get to my, uh, well, a certain age, they seem to come too quickly!
Some of my favorite stories and quips come to mind this morning.
A census taker knocked on Marg Montgomery’s door. She answered all his questions except one. Her age. Marg was adamant. She wasn’t telling. Continue reading
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