Holy Cow! From baby boomer to baby geezer. Didn't know you had reached the decrepit stage. Wooden desks and ink holes! That feeling of immortality is gone. The prostate is swollen and you get the greased glove every year. You tweak your back in the shower picking up the shampoo. Sometimes, getting out of bed sounds like a Rice Krispies commercial. The Grim Reaper could appear around any corner and on any day. Must be hell for you.Ha, you two.
I've got a daughter almost as old as you Mike. And Clarke, how does graduating high school in 1972 make you look at me? And no, they didn't have ink wells in the desk back then! (Actually, the wooden desk in my elementary school years did have the round hole in the desktop for ink wells.) Shit, I AM old!
FYI. I also graduated HS in 72'.