So, I’m going to live forever. Living forever was never my plan but it must be God’s because I’m 98 and while I’ve lost a few teeth and my bladder control (keep that to yourself, will you?), I have every marble I came to earth with in ’24. Same year as Marlon Brando (be still my heart), James Baldwin (I’m nothing if not literary), and George Bush Senior (“read my lips”—No thank you, sir).
FYI: Brando’s dead. Baldwin: dead. Bush: dead. But me?