Oops, I almost forgot to up-date the records for my big day. Actually, it hasn't changed since the day I was born, but nevertheless, here it is: As my Mother used to say, I was born in the midst of the great depression, at home, alone with only my Mom and me, Aug 18th, 1932. Lets see that makes me 80 years old.......wow, and I don't even know how to spell Octogenarian. (had to look it up).
I have a feeling that I may be one of but a few active teardroppers that have hit the 80 year mark. I hope I can be typing this kind of info on my 90th birthday. (Now, what is the "genarian" word for 90 year-olds?)
Roly Nelson, the li'l ol' So Calif woody guy.