HOW ARE YOU?
A common greeting of these days is, “How are you?” The stereotype reply is, “Fine, and how are you?” I frequently give this reply to my friends who would be dismayed and bored if I tried to tell them the truth, for the edition of this jalopy which I call my body is getting worse and worse, and my friends recognize it and make mental note, “He is slipping fast.” No one comments on the obvious and collossal lie that it is. This jalopy is getting into bad condition. The steering gear is so worn and wobbly that I have to use a cane to keep it from running off the road. The headlights are so dim that they show up only about a half or a third as much as they used to. The horn is a mere squawk. I only get about a tenth of the speed out of it that it gave a few years ago. And as…
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