A stranger told the dispatcher to send a mortician. He was talking about me.

At 28 he'd have been fixing a bone. At 73 he said he'd be trying to keep me out of a chair.

At 28 he'd have been fixing a bone. At 73 he said he'd be trying to keep me out of a chair.

Fifty-eight degrees. That's why there's nothing parked in my garage.

Fifty-eight degrees. That's why there's nothing parked in my garage.