At 30, its oh my gawd! 40, I think my grand father… at 50 its hmmmm? At 57, I wonder…….
What am I talking about?
When your young, you walk past them without thinking.. However, at 50 plus, you notice them and on a specially quiet day when their are few people in the store you may pick up the package and learn about leakage, and barriers that prevent odor.
Then one day, you might find yourself with one of those coupons they put in the Sunday newspaper and say to yourself. Who would know?
I could walk around, with MY secret, and look like those happy snappy people on the package
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Moved to the Big Tomata in the nineties from San Francisco. No Suburbs for me with its single colored houses and lawns and the excitement of pulling out my trash can once a week. I'm a CityFella , a part time New Yorker. I'm happiest in the Center City where people the streets and people are alive. I'm still waiting to buy a 34th floor condo somewhere downtown/Midtown with a nightclub. "Hurry I'm old" My politics are somewhere in the middle with a needle that constantly moves. I'm too liberal to be a Republican and too conservative to be a Democrat. Everything interests me . I've come to love Sacratomato, Its a nice town in cheap sensible shoes .
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