If you know me at all, you know I am not a doddering old coot. I might not run marathons or participate in Iron Woman triathlons but my brain still works well, thank you very much.
I got a call from my sister recently. She said, “Are you okay?” I said, “Yes, why?” She said, “There’s been a car beside the road near Walnut Hill for two days and it looks just like yours. I wondered if you were okay.”
I said, “It’s not mine and I’m okay.”