anyway,,,he wanted to know 'if you'll still love me, will you still feed me...when I'm 64?'
-- well, I still wanna be loved and fed -- not that I'm admitting to being 64 -- but
OTOH, it's better to have gotten here than not -- I can still ride a bike, dig in the
garden, walk around the block ... hell, I can still do a lotta things -- even some rabbit like things (not to get too personal) -- so...what is it but a number? I think I'm gonna go walk up and down the cellar stairs now ... maybe even twice
