The Thought Has Cheered Me,

I Am Ninety. Or Ninety-three. One Or The Other.

After Sixty-one Years Together, She Simply Clutched My Hand And Exhaled.

Jacob: I've Never Seen So Much Manure. Wade: Baggage Stock Horses. They Pack'em In 27 A Car. Jacob: How Do You Stand The Smell? Wade: What Smell?

I Am Further Back, Surrounded On All Sides By Wailing Men, Their Faces Shiny With Tears. Uncle Al Promised Three Dollars And A Bottle Of Canadian Whiskey To The Man Who Puts On The Best Show. You've Never Seen Such Grief-- Even The Dogs Were Howling.

Don't Want To Get Tipsy And Break A Hip.