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Last night I went down to the library where our grey haired Chief of Police was to give a talk about the history of our village. The chief's father was my lawyer a long time ago, the Chief was just a little guy then. So when he started talking about the OLD things I got a bit upset. The OLD grade school that was replaced BACK IN the fifties? Hey, I went to that school in the forties. And so it went! I WAS THERE for some of his old history. And the history I was in continued for the evening.
Afterwards I went down to the Fireman's club there on the shore of Lake Erie. There I ordered a club soda with a twist of lemon. Fellow in there, a friend of my brother said "Hey, how you been? Have not seen you in a long time. I cannot remember your name" "Ed"I say, my name is Ed Mr. B..." I wanted him to know I might be old but I can remember names. ( Most of the time). Well I had gotten older since he had last seen me, lost some weight too. As I was leaving he stuck out his hand. I gave him my best strong hand shake, turned and walked slowly to the door. With each step I grew older and older and older.
And that is what happens when one grows old. I guess.
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