While out walking today, I stopped to talk with one of my neighbors. He was struggling with the annual leaf dump in his yard, and looked as if he could use the interruption. He was a delightful octogenarian, and we had a good visit. As I was leaving, he asked my age, and when I told him, he said he was 83, and wanted to know if I wanted the secret of living to the age of 83. Well, of course I did. After looking around carefully, he leaned in and told me the secret, and if you scroll down, I'll repeat it for you.
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The secret of living to age 83?
DON'T DIE WHEN YOU'RE 82!
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