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Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me, again, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time—like sitting around the pool, drinking wine, isn't a
good thing. Talking about my "doing-something-useful" seems to be her favorite topic of conversation. "I’m only thinking of you," she said, and
suggested, I go down to the Senior Center and hang out with the fellas.
So, I did and when I got home, decided to play a prank on her. I sent her an email saying that I had joined the Senior Parachute Club. She replied,
"Are you nuts? You're 88 years old and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?" I told her that I even had a Membership Card and emailed a
copy to her. Immediately, she telephoned me and yelled, "Good grief, Dad, where are your glasses? This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a
Parachute Club."
"Oh man, am I in trouble," I said, "I signed up for five jumps a week!"
The line went dead. Life as a Senior Citizen isn't getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.
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