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:

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6 comments:

  1. AdamJune 20, 2011 at 12:45 AM

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

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  2. Nostalgic for the PleistoceneJune 20, 2011 at 6:17 AM

    Happy Birthday and never, ever give up hippiedom!

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  3. RonnieJune 20, 2011 at 6:54 AM

    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 ---

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  4. Sherwood HarringtonJune 20, 2011 at 8:43 AM

    We came from good stock, Ronnie.

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  5. JJSJune 21, 2011 at 5:33 PM

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

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  6. ronnieJune 25, 2011 at 5:25 PM

    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!

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