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The memories just don’t ring true.  In my mind, I am playing an old 78rpm record in my mother’s house.  On one side is Frank Sinatra singing, Mama Will Bark.

SinatraOn the flip side, Sinatra teams up with Marlene Dietrich to sing Too Old to Cut the Mustard.

But danged if I can find that duo singing THAT particular song.

It doesn’t matter.

Lately, I’ve been forgetting a lot of things.  I’m not at the stage of Alzheimer’s disease – yet.

I’m even forgetting what I forgot.

Serious stuff for an old guy of 69.  Seriously.

It reminds me of that old 78 – I guess it really doesn’t matter who sang it –

Too Old To Cut The Mustard

When I was young I had lots of pep
I could get around, I didn’t need no help
But since I’m old and a-gettin’ gray
The people look at me and say:

Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s a-gettin’ too old, he’s done got too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore.

I used to could jump just like a deer
But now I need a new landing gear
I used to could jump a picket fence
But now I’m lucky if I jump an inch.

When I was young I had an automobile
I’d scoot myself right under that wheel
I had to fight the gals off with a stick
But now they say, “Oh, he makes me sick.”

-30-

 

 

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