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Not quite the same but was throwing a football with my 21 year old son at the beach last week. Leaped for one I should have let go and landed on my ass...I’m sure in a not-so graceful manner. He ran up to me worried that I’d mortally injured myself. Of course, my butt bone hurt like hell (and my throwing arm is still sore) but I’d never admit it.
His reaction reminded me that I’m 62.
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Mike
“I wouldn’t want to live under the conditions a person could get used to”. -My paternal grandmother having immigrated to America shortly before WWll.
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