Six septuagenarians walked into a bar. They ate nine tenderloin… A dog walked into a tavern and said, I can’t see a thing. I’ll open this one. The first joke is something that I fashioned, unfortunately it is still missing a punchline. The second one is an ancient Sumerian joke. All of Its humor has been lost to time, but the words still remain. All jokes aside, getting old is no laughing matter. That being said, I am spending this week with old friends. One a decade we get together and celebrate our mutual entering a new decade. We all did it once before, ten years ago and enough time has passed that we are doing it again. We will do a few things, but we mainly plan to spend much of our time just kvetching.