“Hello Mrs Melon” I said aloud as I walked through the living room. “Oh hi Tommy” she replied. “Is Steven in?” I asked. “No, he’s not coming back ’til tonight, he’s gone out with his father. Well, how have you been?” she asked as she pointed for me to take a seat. Mrs Melon, was
As I write this, I’m 55 years old – born December 1942. Although, everyone says I look MUCH younger than that. It’s nice to hear, really. If you like, I’ll send a recent picture of myself and you can judge for yourself. I am well-built, I guess, and just slightly heavy. However, most of my