By the time the end of June rolls around, I will be either 63 years old or dead. I’m betting hard on the former. I don’t know if Las Vegas would give me very good odds on that, but screw it. Las Vegas thinks Celine Dion is a genius, so what the hell does it know?
You know how in illustrations of biblical times there are often hunched old men with long white beards who are walking around on gnarled canes? Well, in biblical times those guys were probably about 30 years old. I’m twice their age. The same is true of those grizzled prospectors in the Wild West. And how about those people featured now and then on the local news who are