Let's Poke The Bear!

In response to the post below, I guess you can say I was a little harsh on IC's beat reporter. I was always led to believe that the elderly tend to become more happy, liberal and in many cases remain pretty darn sharp. We all know he is very thorough, burning the midnight oil until 4 p.m., checking the facts over and over and over because he simply forgets them. Most of our readers are unaware that he was diagnosed with an untreatable case of CRS.....Can't Remember Shit...which inhibits his reporting ability. All that being said, he's the best we could afford on our limited budget and although his mind wanders and seldom returns he's still a damn good reporter. Once he sinks his false teeth into a story, and they stay there, he is relentless in trying to find the truth.

I guess when you take into account the big picture of it all, his aggressive and endless effort to find the truth about IC's goings on and my "don't give a $&!)" attitude, we make a pretty good pair. I am so blessed to have met him and the other great people of IC and I look forward to enjoying IC and our friendship together. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before they could meet such truly great friends. As this blog goes forward we will have fun, we will care less about what other people think, we won't question ourself anymore and we've even earned the right to be wrong. 

So, maybe he's right, it's nice being old. I guess it sets you free. I'm grateful for what I have. I realize I'm not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. I will smile every day and have my childish laughs forever etched in my youthful face.  I shall have a cocktail every single day at the pool......from Pete's cooler of course cus he's rich and can afford it. 

P.S. This will be the last time I will ever get sentimental on this blog, unless of course one of you old farts kicks the bucket!