It was Hi Ho Silver and away at 7th and Montana this morning as a Friendly Octogenarian made the scene wearing skin-tight silver spandex pants, a motorcycle jacket and a purple boa. She had two pairs of glasses on at the same time, one perched atop what looked like a blond fright wig and the other on her face. While she sat there, clacking away at her laptop, a steady parade of customers assembled nearby, practically begging me to take her photo. "Isn't she a bit old for those pants?," asked one. "Not at all," I replied, "They don't call 'em the Silver Years for nothing ...!"
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Good one! We went from the Golden Years to the Silver! Love it.
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