Literature
Meaningless Ramblings of an Old Coot
So I’ve got a bit of a tale for you.
I know, I know. You’re probably thinking something like Get away from me old man, I just want to drink my beer in peace. But it won’t cost you nothin’ to listen, and worse comes to worse you can stab me with something if you really get sick of me flappin’ my gums. Wouldn’t be the first time somebody’s tried. But I do ask you to listen for a little while before you start trying to stick me.
I’ll start forthwith: In my younger days - yes, I know that’s how they all start, but how many seventy-year-olds do you talk to who fight pirates and Commies on a r