If I had known I’d live this long I’d have taken better care of myself.”
— George Burns
Yes, it was a dark and stormy night on this day 162 years ago when Dr. Ketchum brought me into this world and said to my Momma, “It’s a boy, Goldie. And he’s got Deanie’s jitterbug feet. He’s gonna be a jitterbuggin’ jesse, just like his daddy.”
For my birthday I’m wishing for world peace, more of this excellent health I’m in that defies all odds considering how much I abused my body for 162 years and, finally–one night with Emmylou Harris .
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I simply cannot understand why I love Emmylou’s hair. I guess it reminds me of someone I know.
Hmmm. I reckon it does, louie louie.
I remember when Emmylou and Kristen both had brown hair – sometime last century!
62 years — not 162.