This is not an atypical email:
Andrew; I’ll be 74 this coming December. Aside from a cane needed to walk, I’m in good shape. One of the sorry parts of aging is to suddenly realize that a friend is ‘losing it’ to age. Slowly comes this feeling that Charlie isn’t doing too well. You intuitively know why he’s not ok. You begin to worry about him, and wonder if you have the same symptoms. After all, you’re not healthy enough to be the last one standing. But Charlie – god, the guy’s on the down slope and the poor bastard doesn’t even recognize it!
I was proud to be a McCain supporter in 2000, but you can switch ‘John’ for ‘Charlie.’ And, God help you, your time will also come, Andrew. So keep the faith.
The Dish 