February 27th John sez: "You're going to be 75 March 1st, you know."
Me: I know.
John: So, shouldn't we do a big "Do?"
Me: Let's Don't.
John: Why not?
Me: I'm tired.
March 1st, my 75th birthday.
John: So, you wanna go out to dinner or something?
Me: I'd rather have you cook. It's always better.
John: I blush. So what do you want for dinner?
John: We had meatloaf two days ago.
Me: Isn't there some left over?
Me: So? What's the problem?
John: There's no room on the table.
Me: Help me put the flowers out on the patio.
John: It's gonna rain more.
Steve Lopez made me a poster.