At yesterday's golf outing I was mumbling and musing about how tempus fugit, and I says to my bud Tom, (whose divorce hurt me none at all, but whose re-marriage and subsequent reception, chronicled here earlier, caused semi-permanent damage to my cranium and my other friend's car), I says, "You know, this is nuts. Already my grandson has started first grade, has gotten himself a girlfriend, and his teeth have come loose."
Tommy glances at me, kind of sighs, says, "That sounds just like my last year, except for the school part."
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