I had a phone conversation with the great Frankie. I'm looking forward to meeting him soon. He seemed a little surprised that I am as old as I am. I have to remind him that I am two years younger than Joe Strummer and Joey Ramone would have been. I am seven years younger than Patti Smith and two years older than John (Rotten) Lydon. I guess there were several things about my age that surprised him. First, my dentures kept falling out. Second my Depends sprung a leak causing an ugly stain on my Sansabelt polyester slacks which almost dripped onto my hush puppies. Or maybe it was the way I kept marveling at the fact that my phone works pretty good, even though it does not have a cord. Hell, I don't know, maybe it was because I couldn't stop talking about what a rebel John McCain is. What a fuckin' wild man that guy is.
Let me assure you Frank, a new set of incontinence pants, a double dose of denture glue and a couple of cans of "Just For Men" and I clean up real good. Let's talk again soon.