I guess this is a better conversation than talking about your body starts
rejecting you,
falling apart, and becoming a
colossal joke. I like talking about "the good old days" but my good old days are probably a little different than Uncle Ted's. Like, I never rolled a wicker hoop down the street or wandered around downtown picking up cans for two cents each, two things I imagine kids from the 1940s did.
Keen observers will notice that their coffee mugs are labeled 'B' and 'T' which I assume stand for 'Brutus' and 'Ted'.
