I admit that I am getting older and am beyond retirement age. Further, most of my friends are also getting older and beyond retirement age. It has been a very long time since I was drunk called by anyone in the middle of the night. At 8:00 PM last evening my phone rang. Just as a side note, when you are my age, 8:00 PM is the middle of the night. My neighbor who is a 76 year old spinster called me, drunk as a lord, and the conversation went something like this… Neighbor: I haven’t heard from you in a while. Are you still above the dirt? Me: Obviously, since I answered the phone. I waved at you two days ago when you were dragging dog food out of your car plus, a rescue vehicle hasn’t shown up at my front door recently. Figure it out. Neighbor: That was you? I couldn’t figure out who was waving at me from your front porch. Me: Who else would it have been? Are you drunk? Neighbor: Well, this is only my second bottle of wine. Me: That’s what I thought, although I mentally underestimate