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Ha ha! DH gave me a card that has these 4 old geezers on it, singing "A-A-R-P, I wanna join the A-A-R-P"...the group is called the "Retirement Village People".

I'd been dreading this bd...when I was 16, in my little town, if you didn't go to college or leave town in some honorable way, you turned into a "greaser". Back in the day, "greaser" meant greasy hair, hanging out at the garage all day, or, for the females, driving around the 4 blocks of our town in your mom's station wagon (the Vista Cruiser) with whore red lipstick on, and a cigarette hanging outta your mouth! I left town at 17, and never wear whore-red lipstick!

But, so far, 50's not bad, well, the first 24 hours anyway. I just thank God my mom fed us a lot of bologna when we were young, all those preservatives really paid off! Thanks for putting it in perspective!