Ah, the halcyon days of faded youth! When Santa Claus was real and Newt Gingrich was a mythological creature.
And, sooner or later, there was a Thanksgiving where you learned Uncle Charley’s, or Pete’s, or George’s, or John’s or Sam’s favorite joke.

Ah, youth. Memento mori.
Courage.



























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Well said, Bill.