You'll never catch me dying my hair. I won't be caught in today's fashions, either. Of course I never was.
Remember when women of a certain age began to wear "grandma shoes" because it was expected of them? Now at that point in life it's time to get a personal trainer and look up some old boyfriend from college.
Maybe it's rock'n'roll. I don't struggle to stay young but I surely refuse to grow up. Peter Pan? So what! I'm not sure that I didn't start out old. I am who I am. I like to think that I've grown. I suppose I flatter myself to think that I do better. I'm just now starting to learn my job, to get the hang of this thing.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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