I'm never goin' to act like a grown-up! When they bury my old, aging, grey-haired butt I'll still be a kid. My children have to act like grown-ups. Now that they've flown the coop I'm having more fun that a person should have, and in the next couple of year, if my health doesn't go completely to hell, I'm going to piss away every cent I've saved doing all the things I've always wanted to do. Hey, I gave them straight teeth and a college education--they're on their own. Next winter I'm headed for Tony Rome's restaurant, then across the straits to Cancun to the Palace Las Americas for a week of fun before heading home. When the kids read the last will and testiment they're not gonna be happy. All they'll get is an old sailboat, a Hobie-Cat, the house, and all the music gear. Life's too short to be a grown-up--especially when the kids have left the nest.

Cheers,

Gary

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