Goodby all
Big John
opportunity to say goodby too the nice folks I have met on this
thread.
I thought I'd let my doctor check me,
Cause I didn't feel quite right,
All those aches and pains annoyed me,
And I couldn't sleep at nIght.
He could find no real disorder,
But he wouldn't let it rest,
What with Medicare and Blue Cross,
We could do a couple of tests.
To the hospital he sent me,
Though I didn't feel that bad,
He arranged for them to give me,
Every test that could be had.
I was floroscoped and cystoscoped,
My aging frame displayed,
Stripped, on an ice cold table,
While my gizzards were x-rayed.
I was checked for worms and parasites,
For fungus and the crud,
While they pierced me with long needles,
Taking samples of my blood.
Doctors came to check me over,
Probed, pushed and poked around,
And to make sure I was living,
They wired me for sound.
They have finally concluded.
Their results have filled a page,
What I have will someday kill me,
My affliction is OLD AGE
Older than mud - Big John
StellaStar
>My affliction is OLD AGE
>
LOL! True, and age looks a helluva lot better on everyone else than it does on
me. You look distinguished. I look like Grandma.
But it beats hell out of the alternative...
Big John
was a little off thread?
When I wrote, I was thinking about all the years and thousand of hours
I flew and survived. Have buried so many friends and fellow pilots
that now I'm 'retired' feel I have a chance of dying in bed with my
boots on of "Old Age".
Vivid memories of when I ejected from my jet over Greenland on 8
December 1969 in the middle of a snow storm.
Also flying low altitude in VN in my O-1 with no parachute and hearing
the 'crack' of bullets from AK-47's as they went by the open windows
of the cockpit. Scared, no. Stupid yes?
It's been a long and very interesting life.
Y'all please fly safe and have a long and happy one.
Big John
Older than soft mud.
On Mon, 10 Mar 2003 20:54:15 -0600, Big John <Big...@hotmail.com>
wrote: