My father is 78 today.
Just a few years ago, a lot of us thought he wouldn't make it this far. He's made some good moves in his life: he never carried excess weight, he stayed active (mostly by playing golf) and he never smoked.
However, he did like the koBeer at times and inherited from his oldest son an enjoyment of food.
So he's had some heart troubles and a couple of related surgeries. And the last wave, we thought he was done for. But today, his mind is clear and he sounds good. He's less ambulatory than he's ever been, and that sucks. On the other hand... he's 78! Statistically, he's playing with house money.
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