|Betty, the remarkable Mrs. Allen Ludden|
A few days ago I posted this on FB. Thought I'd share this slightly edited version with my on-line writing friends.
When I turned forty I was ecstatic because I was finally considered an adult. At fifty the over the hill jokes began but I just shrugged them off and was glad to still be around to laugh. At sixty, a switch flipped and my future began to dim; 100 watt incandescent light bulbs were being phased out. Then sixty-five, how did this happen so fast? I don’t feel old all the time, only on the days I wake up. So how do you know when you’re getting old?
Remember Rich Little the most amazing impressionist ever? His Johnny Carson was the best. How about a few of MY quotes as if I were a famous humor-writer.