On April 16 I'm going to be 70 years old. I haven't cared about birthdays for like 40 years...and most of the time...well all of the time really...hated hearing about it. For years I call them my "holy day of obligation" because I would always run 10 miles on that day. But those days are gone...I now walk for two hours and then turn around & return back to where I started in wonderful Montebello. This year I think I'll do it on Sunday night...because my wife is going to take me to The Red Lobster on Monday. That's about as good as I eat. (Ken don't say anything bad about Red Lobster!!)
So on Monday the 16th, it's Ok for all you guys I've yelled at on other dam birthdays...to wish me a happy birthday. Because 70 seems like any important day. There is no way I can pretend I'm not old anymore. People aren't going to try to beat me up any more...when I tell them off...because it's not cool beating up a 70 year old man. I can say anything I want now because they just think I'm am a old F**T. No woman in the world will have sex with me again....because the idea of a 70 year old doing the thing just makes people sick. I don't blame them...it make me sick too. Now everyone will be asking me how many pills I take. That's about the most interesting thing about me. That and me watering my lawn. It sucks man...I was from the generation that could trust anyone over 30. S**t.
So go head & do the dam face book crap & wish me well on my dam birthday. If your going to send me a present....make it money. This S.S. trip isn't cutting it & Trump with be looking at that next year.
But I'm not going to die...because I'm going to staying away from that until I see the ending of GAME OF THRONES. Other that watching the Trump White House all going to jail...It's all I've got left to enjoy.
This is my last OT at the Thesz forum. I'll be too tired after Sunday night.---Steve Yohe
Happy Hippie Birthday! Seventy is not old for you since you're out getting exercise 2-hours/4-hours every day. When you hit 80, then stuff will start to get annoying, assuming The Darnold hasn't ended elections and renamed the nation Trumpland.
We're all coming to your 80th birthday party to be held at the Cinerama Dome theater in Hollywood. As chairman of the entertainment committee for the big eight-zero, I'm hoping to get King Kong to be there since neither Lou Thesz nor Jim Londos are available.
I've never been to a Red Lobster. The restaurant chains generally come to New York City only after they've exhausted the best locations in the rest of the nation, due to the outrageously-high rents here.
Whatever you order on your birthday dinner, stay away from any and all leafy greens. There's another outbreak of E.Coli bacteria in bags of romaine lettuce believed to have been grown or packaged in Yuma, Arizona that has sickened people in at least 11 states, with reporting of the epidemic lagging by three weeks, as it usually does. There is no real way to tell where bags of chopped lettuce originate or the greens are grown in...labels will usually tell you only if it was grown in the USA, and makers of labels have the integrity of Vince-the-Younger.
I'm a lettuce fiend and make salads regularly. Though I purchased red-leaf lettuce, it was sitting right next to the romaine on the greengrocers's shelves. It's whole heads of the stuff, but caution is the watchword.