I received a long letter yesterday from my high school band director. I had sent him a copy of my latest book, Pebbles and he responded with many of his memories of my hometown in southeastern Kansas. His name is George Beggs and he has a remarkably firm and steady hand at age 87.
Those of us who are just in the beginning of our elderhood (I'm only 71) should all take our hats off to our seniors. Mr. Beggs, you were an inspiration to me when I was a lad of 12, and you are an inspiration to me today. You are clearly having fun at age 87 and deserve some sort of medal of honor from all of us.
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