Jeepers, Dragggie-doll! Don't you know how dangerous it is to use the words "I'm late!" when addressing a Lion with a heart condition and a history of debauchery like mine? Even Deb thinks I might be her "Grandpa" and I don't even remember her grandmother.

I am still frightened by the thought of ladies who take seriously something poked at them in fun and then get all swollen up about it. And, even at my age and despite my physical condition, I do so still enjoy "poking fun," donchano? It is somewhat reassuring to now officially deserve the title "Dirty Old Man. Ere this natal anniversary, I was but a youngster with a penchant for the finer things in life and devoted myself to making finer things. I was a rué, but I don't rue a single attempt I made. Neither do I rue a single success. The secret to my success as a rascal was to never take a blood test.

Thank you for the kind wishes and remembering. See elsewhere on this page for yet another Febru-ugly birthday greeting that is due.