Boy did that sneak up on me. A young Baggs thought of 65 as old, shriveled, antique, ancient. Back in the day 65 was “retirement age”. That meant AARP, Social Security, Medicare, soft food, driving slow in the fast lane and a grumpy old man shouting “get off of my lawn daggum it”! It’s a […]
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