Doonesbury (2/6/09)


By the time I reach retirement, I’m sure 70 will be the new 30. But even if the rest of my generation goes to desperate lengths to cling to the last vestiges of youth, I hope I’ll have the good sense to relish making it to 70…or 80…or 90. And if I’m lucky enough to share my golden years with the love of my life, then I’m certain to spend a good deal of time repeating jokes that she doesn’t find all that funny. Now if we can only fix social security by then…


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