TAKES TIME TO BECOME A GENTLEMAN
A wonderful friend had died at 92 years of age, and I was pushing a cart with his TV back to his apartment from the health care unit of the retirement center. One of the residents, a woman pushing a walker, asked me if the TV would be for sale, and we got talking about our friend. I said I hoped people would regard me as much a gentleman as I regarded him. She looked me over carefully and said, “You’ve got a few years yet.”
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