the new yorker became depressed when...... Jim Donnelly Artful Codger firstname.lastname@example.org
Several years ago I was travelling from Washington to Atlantic City and I remember passing through a place called Elmer, New Joisey (honest to God!). Old houses, streets lined with huge trees, and just about every house had geezers sitting on the front porch. Seemed idyllic to me.
The only way I could feel superior was by reminding myself that I am a codger, not a geezer.
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