It seems to happen to many people G. I'm sure you see more than most of us. I see older people out n about that can hardly walk. Still they drive themselves. I wonder if they have nobody or nobody cares. It's sad to see. Brings to mind the older gentlemen at PT awhile back. I stopped long enough to hear his story. Almost in tears he told me his last living friend had just passed away. Last of his family n friends. I was in a hurry but to this day I wish I would have taken the extra minute or two to get his name n #. He just needed someone to talk to. That could be anyone of us someday. 👍

Hey fellow stagers. I’m really confused as to what Christmas means where I live. I’m a native San Franciscan(entire life) . Here’s my concern.. I know that I live in the most progressive city in the nation along with the progressive district in the city. Here’s my concern.. I have a beautiful tree. Well decorated, open for all to see. My home is draped with lites. There are over fifty homes on my block.There is not a single home that is displaying any form of Christmas celebration. No trees in the window or any lites. Am I overthinking this or what has happened to Christmas. Maybe time to move?

From the BadBobby files...

It's sad, but my great-great-grand kids will never know the joy of finding a quarter in the return slot of a payphone.

Do you remember getting out of bed without sound effects?

When the hen stops laying eggs, is it henopause?

I really miss being able to slam the phone down when I hang up on someone. Violently pressing "end call" just ain't the same.

Man to grandson: "When I was your age, I had to walk to the tv to change channels.

If my body was a car, it would be time to trade for a newer model. I've got scratches, bumps and dents in my finish and my paint job is getting dull. Thats not the worst of it. My headlights are out of focus and it's hard to see things close up, far off or at night. My traction is not as good as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather. My white walls are stained with varicose veins. It takes hours to reach my maximum speed. My fuel burns inefficiently...and, here's the worst part:

Every time I sneeze or cough, either my radiator leaks or my exhaust back-fires.