Red Tin Noodles

I’m opening my birthday cards, most of ’em from smart asses. They got their points, my achin’ joints, I can’t see without glasses. I can’t outrun the bus no more. No, and I hardly walk. … Read more

It would be a superb score in golf. And barely get me by in an exam. But as an age it makes me want to rolf. And that’s the age it seems today I am. … Read more