Well sir, maybe the haints will run me off. These are the most exciting days of my life. I always marveled that my grandmother, Lottie, was born just three years after the first automobile and lived to ride in my hot rods. She was four years old when Wilbur Wright flew at Kitty Hawk and eighty when a man named Armstrong walked on the moon.
Me? I shook hands with the King of the Cowboys and I saw Brigitte Bardot take off her clothes on the movie screen. I watched Don Garlits go 186 miles per hour and held up Jimi Hendrix's amps.
I've known love.