Though I have never given it a second thought, she was a bright and funny 18 year old the year I was born. I did think she was bright and funny when I was 25 and hoping I would make it to thirty. And so it has been for the next 57 years...so, now, she contemplates 100 years, bright and funny as she has always been and I am creeping inexorably along toward 83, moaning and groaning...but always looking forward to hearing about her bright and funny exploits. She has always made me laugh...her insights are often brilliant even as she pours more laughter from her soul. Lucky us.