Rodger Pettichord

It was a shock to realize that as an Old Coot, my only adjustment to the pandemic lockdown has been not going out to Denny's for breakfast each day. And, of course, wearing a mask when going to grocery or medical. Otherwise, pretty much the same routine.

Our grandson asked us the other day how we were remaining so cheerful despite the lockdown. My wife and I had to admit that our routine wasn't a whole lot different under the lockdown from what it was before. One advantage of being Old Coots??

Thnks. Xkalent evise.

One of the disadvantages of being an Old Coot is that we learn firsthand an awful lot about medicine. Wishing you all the best, Doug and Fizz.

Yes! A very happy birthday to you, dexthom. We Old Coots being what we are, I have to ask the traditional question: "What's the secret to a long life?" Please feel free to respond with a sarcastic answer

With apologies to all: Morris, an 82 year-old man, went to the doctor to get a physical.A few days later, the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.A couple of days later, the doctor spoke to Morris and said: "You're really doing great, aren't you?"Morris replied: "Just doing what you said, Doc. Get a hot mamma and be cheerful."The doctor said: "I didn't say that. I said, You've got a heart murmur - be careful."

Oh, man, I couldn't help it. I read your punch line and spit coffee through my nose. Thanks, flyingleaf, I think.

Thanks for the memories, John. Love to hear you reminisce.

Funny, the last girl I asked to dance refused with a variation of that same saying.

W2DR, I'm saving that saying for the years immediately ahead. I'm getting there...

As you well know, John, it's a wise man who obeys those rules.

LOve it, Ken! Plus aches and pains and rashes and itches and...

Don't mean to change the subject, but has anyone seen my glasses?

I'll buy yours if you buy mine.

J3, well, that is the average. Some make as much as $1,204.

Well, the average self-published novelist makes about $1,000 a year. I'm going to take up lawn-care.

J3, I know the story. Just got the printing done on the first book of a trilogy novel. Now dealing with the legal peripherals and Amazon/Kindle hoo-hah. I had no idea it would be such a pain in the rump to self-publish. Good luck on yours!

J3 your announcement that you now can paint reminds me of a bumper sticker I once saw on a pickup truck: "Yes, this is my pickup. No, I will not help you move." Now that you can paint, all of us now are your new best friends who just happen to have planes for you to paint.

Lee, I really liked the calm authority conveyed by that paint job. The 337 looks to me like one of the small gunships from the VietNam era--small plane, big sting. Thanks!

One of the reasons I like the Old Coots Club is that I don't feel alone in being rejected by the computer age. I sure miss phones with a ringer-lever on the side, and pencils and paper, and mechanical typewriters, and...

The aggravating thing, flyingleaf, is that I'm the guy who followed you into the fitting room and discovered that it was no joke.

Never underestimate a bulldog.

Lawrence, the British Empire did not collapse, it just went underground for a while.

Meanwhile, down in Wales...

I am an American mutt -- English, Scottish, French, and German. The Scottish quarter is MacDonald, My father's proudest accomplishment was when he visited Scotland and met some distant relatives then was invited to play The Old Course. How did we come to America? Like so many, the Pettibone/Petticord/Petticoat (take your pick at the border) came to Virginia as indentured servants/laborers. This was in the mid 1700s. It's been all downhill since