The age of sixty one hits me today. I"m now qualified as a dirty old man. On this day in 1960 I was born. There were no signs and portents in the sky and the most important thing to happen on that day was a performance by a garage band from Liverpool in a West German strip joint.
A copy of The Sensuous Dirty Old Man by "Doctor A" (Issac Asimov) would be nice.
I'm so old that I remember when Saturday Night Live was actually funny. I'm so old that I remember when The Blue Danube was just a waltz and not the soundtrack for spaceflight.
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