Okay, so I guess I should qualify myself here first. I suppose many would consider me to be an old dog. I'm not exactly sure when it happened. It was somewhere in between finding it increasingly more difficult to tie my shoes, and, receiving mail solicitations from AARP. Or maybe it was when my youngest son asked me if we had TV when I was a boy?
Either way, I am the first to admit that I'm no Spring Chicken, or, at least, a Chicken with no Spring (You get the picture). Although, I am taking Ballroom Dancing lessons with my wife, so that's gotta count for something, right?
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