Monday, June 20, 2011

Does She Still Need Me? Will She Still Feed Me?

One of the questions in Sir Paul's ditty isn't a question for me, though: if I'm out 'til quarter to three, I'm certain that whether or not the door is locked will be way, way down on my list of concerns.

I'm sixty-freaking-four years old today. How did that happen?

Predictable YouTube drop-in:


Adam said...

I still love ya, you old hippy. Happy birfday Popsie, and many more.

Nostalgic for the Pleistocene said...

Happy Birthday and never, ever give up hippiedom!

Ronnie said...

I treasure all you mature hippies - what a splendid group you have turned out to be. It was a bit rough for a while there ---

Happy birthday, Sherwood ---

Sherwood Harrington said...

We came from good stock, Ronnie.

JJS said...

(What a great picture of D! And happy birthday again, Sherwood -)

ronnie said...

Agree with JJS - an outstanding photo of Diane! Fierce! You're a lucky fellow, Sherwood. And I reckon she'll keep feeding you for awhile yet.

Hippo Birdy Two Ewes!