It seems funny to me now to see that I saw myself as "old" when I did this strip. When I look in the mirror today, the 67 year old me looks very different from the face I saw then. I have had to adjust to creases, folds, furrows, jowls and bifocals. I also have a slight tremor, so my head shakes. You gotta joke about this stuff. I like to say, "It’s a good thing my head shakes from side to side. If it nodded, I’d be agreeing to everything I’m ever asked to do!"
As teenagers, my friends and I made fun of "old folks" Senior’s homes we called "Wrinkle City" or "Menopause Manor"…well, I’m there now, and the picture looks different from the other side. When my grandfather said it took courage to be "old," I believe him. And the best laugh of all is: to my aunt Monica who is 85, …I’m a youngster!!