…where the green grass grows (or Bay), there lives a man who’s 90 years old.*
Or young. He’s pretty spry for an Eagle Scout who went to Annapolis, and then Divinity School, and then the Sub-Continent as a Missionary and school Principal. Pretty fly for a spry-guy.
Happy Birthday Dad — and Mom who’s birthday was a week earlier and… no, nooo… you never disclose a woman’s age. 🙂
(*And that’s not exactly how the Boy Scouts taught me the song – or maybe it was the Church camp…)