We sat here during Irene in '99 with the back door open. We drank and watched all the stuff fly by.
Everybody, sooner or later, will have to go under the knife. Let's hope they make out as well as I did.
Everything seems fine until you're about 40. Then something is definitely beginning to go wrong. And you look in the mirror with your old habit of thinking, 'While I accept that everyone grows old and dies, it's a funny thing, but I'm an exception to that rule.'