BarbC
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This morning, just as I was hanging up my jacket, my office phone rang. It was one of my tenants who is just the most gracious, upbeat gentleman you'd ever meet in your life. He reminds me of Jimmy Stewart. He started to recite:
"On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder
Outer China 'crost the Bay!
"Miss Barbara, isn't it a beautiful morning today! I just had to call you and tell you what a glorious morning it is! And would you believe I paid 10 cents in 1935 to hear Lawrence Tibbett sing that song, all my friends thought I was crazy, but it has stayed with me all my life." Mr. Russ is 89.
(PS here is the song)
And then only a few minutes ago, I had to bring some certification paperwork to Miss Gert, who is still stunningly beautiful, meticulous and very sharp. She looked the papers over and said, "Ok, I can do this. I'll get it to you later today. Gee, I wonder how old people manage with it??" Miss Gert is 92.
"On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder
Outer China 'crost the Bay!
"Miss Barbara, isn't it a beautiful morning today! I just had to call you and tell you what a glorious morning it is! And would you believe I paid 10 cents in 1935 to hear Lawrence Tibbett sing that song, all my friends thought I was crazy, but it has stayed with me all my life." Mr. Russ is 89.

And then only a few minutes ago, I had to bring some certification paperwork to Miss Gert, who is still stunningly beautiful, meticulous and very sharp. She looked the papers over and said, "Ok, I can do this. I'll get it to you later today. Gee, I wonder how old people manage with it??" Miss Gert is 92.
