Nagged into posting again!

My daughter seems to think I can just sit at the computer and all sorts of things will come into my mind to write about. There were times when I could. But something like old age seems to be interfering with my usually sharp, creative, spontaneous mind.I used to write ad's for my bar that were usually humorous. One day the bankers wife who had been appointed State Senator by the Governor and usually stopped in to buy a six pack of beer once a week told me to put into my ad;" Purveyor to the Senator". The next time she came in I told her I had sent in the ad. Then, I asked her, " How do you spell pervert?" She came unglued and gasped, "You didn't !" I had her going for a while before I told her the truth. I was known as crazy Bob around there. She called me Demented Robert. Well maybe now that I've started I can keep it going.