In about a month I'll turn 69 years old. If you have to be old, be 69. It's a great number.
I graduated the 12th grade in 1969. They gave each senior a little pin with the school's initials (RJHS) in gold, a little tiny chain, and the year in gold. My group of friends all took the first part off and just wore the 69. Weren't we imaginative?
Even better, the ladies let us old farts talk as nasty as we want. They figure we're either well past being serious or senile. It's great.
So Go 69!
Good grief, I am losing my mind. It was the 9th grade, not the 12th. That would have added 3 years to my age.
