I live in what is called, formally, an Assisted Living Community Center. That's a euphemism for old folks' home. There are about 60 of us, of varying ages, condition and intent (some came to live, some came to die). Our ages range from 67 to 102. The 102 is in better shape than the 67. "So it goes," as Kurt Vonnegut said, often, in "Breakfast of Champions." So, this is our story, one comic or tragi-comic piece at a time. And, for the record, some of these stories are true!
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hey I love it, now I truely have something to look foreward to. I was raised by the best step Dad ever, this is ol' horsetail himself. Hes has always had a way to dry my tears and bring a smile to my face. I'm sure that all the folk in his assisted living area are really chuckling inside. You know smiling causes wrinkles and they woulnd want that.
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