" wrote:
Hi RATs!
Went to the market. It is Wednesday, out there. A young woman leaving
as I arrived reminded what sexy is. The girl on the monitor was not
sexy. I confuse easily.
Some of my ancestors have been dead longer than some of yours. Not all,
but, points is points 
I have never owned a Citroen, but, I had ride in big black one once,
home from the bus stop coming home from Junior Achievement in the
winter snow. Seemed comfy. It was another Alan's Dad's. My Pa never
owned a furrin car. Rambler was as exotic as he got. First car I bought
was an MGA 1600. It was a fine marvel to attract girls, when I could
get it running. A girl wrecked it. She made me even happier, months
later. Great deal!
Sorry, I am not old enought to ever get back to Prettyboy. I was
wretched at birth, and it keeps getting worse. See my portrait on
Ardunam's web site. My wife looks about the same, only more hair and
less teeth 
At least she really was pretty Old age ain't for
sissies.
First Day of Autumn.
I bought two dinners at the market. lost one before I got to the
checkout. ****!
Happy Ears!
Al
When the young dudes ride past me fast up-hill on a push bike
I smile. I think it'd be a waste of a bullet to shoot them in their arse.
But the older you get, the better you was.
And if you can remember slightly more than you forget, your'e doin OK.
And girls who would, if they were willing and didn't charge, make you
very tired and leave you gasping for breath after an hour, are not
really all that sexy.
Patrick Turner.