``If I am lucking to be alive at 64...'' Carl Remick
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Shit, I am 64. Five minutes before I read this, I said to my tech buddy in the workstall next to mine, hey Calvin, I am tired of this Yesterday Shit. Yesterday this yesterday that.
What about tomorrow? See that's the problem. Tomorrow looks like shit, so yesterday seems to glow.
As for excitment, I have to do a whole exercise routine every fucking year just so can still move around and get up a few V0-V2 gym style boulder problems. The gym isn't a show-off place, its geriatric physical thearpy.
CG