They say old folks do strange things. At least, I think that is what young people say about us when they talk about us at all —which isn’t all that often. I think this is because we old folks are a bother. I think this must explain why younger people want to place us in nursing homes.
In any case, this story unfolded every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the wide blue ocean.
Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now. Everybody has gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on…
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First Night History 
A heartwarming tale of the last years of a very famous WW1 flying ace.
I used to wonder if his was the same family that made the electric guitars, so popular during my youth.
I must look that up…They were distant cousins. Thanks Google.
Best wishes, Pete.
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It made me cry!
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