Today my prom date, and his sweet wife, took me out to a post-prom lunch. Thirty-eight years later.
Anybody who likes to rhapsodize about the good old days, be my guest, they're all yours.
But if you want an advertisement for the wonders of modern medicine, look no further.
I suppose I'm a realist; I don't believe in miracles or foreordination.
|Better than brothers: J & J|
But I know for sure that every day is a gift.
Every single day.