Seems everyone in my family lives to at least 90. No exceptions so far. Big problem is almost all of them spent the last 10 years in a rocking chair by the woodstove snappin beans and peeling potatoes. My wife's grandmother lived to 103. I hate to think what kind of run down person I'll end up, but I've got the wife making cushions for the chairs and I've a snazzy new orbisform butt protector for the piano bench.

Head gashes can be nasty and women don't like scars but I'd have to need more than 5 stitches to go to the emerg and get it done, even if it's free. I crazy enough to crazy glue it, it's only my head.

John Conley
Musica est vita