By Howie Katz
Today is my 99th birthday. Not in my wildest dreams did I ever believe I'd get to be this old. It's really not much to celebrate about. The golden years? ... Screw the golden years. Anyway, I'm well past those years. I'm in the rusty years.
Nick, my good son, and I celebrated my birthday at Twin Peaks. The beer was good and so was the food. But the waitresses were really great as you can see.
It's been a great ride. Lots of adventures. If only I were 50 or 60 years younger.
