Well, who'd have guessed? No one will be more surprised than I but I reach the three-quarter post today--my 75th birthday. I hardly expected to be alive at this age, saying nothing of solvent and healthy. A nice wife helps promote the general mood of gemütlichkeit. More, they still pay me to yell at 25-year-olds, and how cool is that?
Afterthought: But I remember now that the "happiest age" is supposed to be 74. Uh oh.
Solon: Count no man fortunate until he is dead.
Buce: Shut up, Solon.