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I returned from Monterrey this evening (Concorso Italiano). Amongst the mail we had received while we were away was a "junk mail" letter from the Neptune Society.

For those of you not familiar with the Neptune Society, they are a discount "funeral" business specializing in cremation, and dumping the ashes at sea. Hence the use of "Neptune" in the name.

So I have a question for you guys ... what does it mean when you are so old, or your health is so bad, that you end-up on the Neptune Society's mailing list? Jeeeeeez!

Help me put this in perspective! Smiler

Humor is encouraged!
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When I was younger I use to see leather chairs for 1700 bucks, big thick mattresses for 2500 bucks... I use to think it was the definition of crazy for people to spend that kind of money on a stupid chair or mattress.... I would buy a car, or parts, or a motorcycle for that kinda' money...

Now that I am 53, the chairs and mattress sound pretty good. Now, I am one of those crazy people....lol...
Getting older Angst?
First were the mailers for hearing aids and assisted living, then solicitation calls for pre-approved medicare support devices to include leg braces, canes and depends to be sent in unmarked, undetected plain cardboard boxes. Solicitation for funeral services is a given!
All the while, I continue to receive calls from a "broken English" solicitor who represents himself as being from Microsoft's support staff wanting me to share my computer with him to "remotely fix detected viruses". Yea, right! Next, its the "I'm from IRS Debt Recovery" and a lawsuit is being levied against me unless I immediately give them my social security number, check routing and account number to satisfy the debt. Then I sit down to watch the evening news and listen to the commentator caution senior citizens of recent scams being conducted as a recently "fleeced" individual is pouring his/her heart out with all money in the bank account being withdrawn.
But the "icing on the cake" was a recent letter addressed to my wife requesting an asset search of my potentially undiscovered "hidden assets" if she furnishes the solicitor my social security number and date of birth. By the inference, I guess I have recently departed or a new scam is in the making.
Isn't technology great that company's can order demographic profiles to narrow the audience to target.
Oh well, need to get back to my Pantera restoration before the sun sets for good.
Hey George, met you for the first time this weekend and must say you haven't anything to worry about! Just like our cars, we may need more care and feeding with age, but can still Rock!

If you need inspiration go see a rock concert! Seeing Mick Jagger or Pete Townsend rip the stage shows you R.I.P. Doesn't have to be soon!

BTW, just loaded Pokemon Go on my phone...gonna try it out!

Dennis
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Originally posted by sjdennis:

... If you need inspiration go see a rock concert ...

Dennis



Hi Dennis, I enjoyed meeting you at the Concorso. I'm glad you made it. Your Pantera is gorgeous.

I have a friend who is a rather famous guitarist, he made his name playing surf music. He still performs on stage ... even though he wears a colostomy bag. Claims the bag has only ruptured once while on stage! Eeker Also claims the reason he doesn't retire is because he can't afford to. He MUST continue performing in order to earn the money needed for his monthly medical supplies.

Now I'm really depressed.
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Originally posted by No Quarter:
I feel old when I online has to fill in my birthday, and the box where you choose the year of birth, my year (1960), I have to scroll down further and further to find it!

On the other hand, some say a man is not old as long as he checks out the waitress before he checks out the menu.
Based on that criteria I'm young! Cool


Hmph. Try being born in the 50's.

When I was about 17, I got an AARP card in the mail. Being the '70's, I found a use for it.

You've got to pretend that it isn't really happening, and just carry on. Essayons.

(BTW, if you no longer check out the waitresses, you belong in a box.)
Raymond & Bob, two elderly government engineers, were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up. A woman walked by and asked what they were doing. We're supposed to find the height of the flagpole, said Bob, but we don't have a ladder. The woman said, Hand me that wrench out of your toolbox. She loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from their toolbox, took a measurement, and announced, Eighteen feet, six inches, and walked away. Raymond shook his head. Ain't that just like a Miss know-it-all woman! We ask for the height and she gives us the length!

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