There's a nice proverb—russian, I think—that says, "Rooster today, feather duster tomorrow." I was a rooster for a fair number of years, but I am now reconciled to the latter state. Especially since it entitles me to be grumpy. And there's a lot to be grumpy about. Let's start with women. There's nothing nicer than a beautifully dressed, stylish female heading your way, even for one of my advanced years. Today's women have a certain something that is appealing, a style that I like. Until, that is, I notice all too often that they are chewing gum. The mystery evaporates, the charm is gone; bovine visions cloud the mind.
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