Old folks are worth a fortune: With silver in their hair, gold in their teeth, stones
in their kidneys, lead in their feet and gas in their stomachs. I have become a lot
more social with the passing of the years; some might even call me a frivolous old
gal -- I'm seeing five gentlemen every day.

As soon as I wake, Will Power helps me get out of bed. Then I go to see John. Then
Charley Horse comes along, and when he is here he takes a lot of time and attention.
When he leaves Arthur Ritis shows up and stays the rest of the day. (He doesn't like to
stay in one place very long, so he take me from joint to joint.) After such a busy
day, I'm really tired and glad to go to bed -- with Ben Gay. What a life!

P.S. The rabbi came to call the other day. He said that at my age I should be
thinking about the hereafter. I told him I do -- all the time. No matter where I am --
in the parlor, upstairs, in the kitchen or down in the basement -- I ask myself
"Now what am I here after?"