I can often be heard explaining that since I was a little girl, I have looked forward to growing up to be a 65 year-old man. My dad, Tubby Lee, was that old man. When I was in grade school, he was my model for adulthood - a 65 year-old in bib overalls with just as much white hair coming out of his ears as there was his scalp.
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