There's damsels in distress out there, and we got all this beer.
Any attempts at autobiography before the age of eighty seem pretty self-involved to me. There are a lot of smart middle aged people but not many wise ones.
Pack your bags, we're going on a guilt trip!
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .
Shells sink, dreams float. Life's good on our boat.
I'm getting old, don't wear underwear, and I don't go to church.