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I assume so, since my doctor certainly knows that we (and most of his other patients) are seniors. and he is, too.

I called my doctor Monday morning, and we went into his office and got our flu shots a few hours later. He almost always lets me know when he will have them available.

That would have been when he was a teenager?

Julius was there when I was a teenager, and even then it was considered a place you didn't go into unless you were with a chaperone over 30.

Look at photo #10 and try to say "Straight, Alpha, Male, Top" without smirking.

The only 8400 block of 111 is down in Niland, on the east side of the Salton Sea. And that is exactly what this terrain looks like (are those the Santa Rosa Mtns in the far distance?).

In fact, I was at the opening night party at the Eagle, personally invited by the manager😈 (isn't it still there?)

Did you mean to write "cumming"? That automatic spellcheck is so irritating.

Wow! I had no idea that the Cock or the Eagle were still in business, since I remember them from when I was young and wild, back in the last century.

I use my eyes and nose to tell me whether it's time to throw food away. I just checked my pantry and found a package of Kitchens of India "Basmati Rice Pilaf with Vegetables and Nuts" which says "Best before Jan. 2013," but I would still give it a try, since it is sealed and mostly dry. I might hesitate about the Trader Joe's "Pad Thai Noodles and Sauce" with Production date April 17, 2007; the flavors may have weakened, but it is probably safe. However, the Mount Olive "Prosciutto and Mozzarella" that I bought at Ralph's last week is already questionable, even though it says "best by Jan. 24, 2023,"

I'm not certain, but my guess would be a 1940 or1941 Buick.

1954 Oldsmobile 88. (That was too easy!)

Years ago in New York, I belonged to a group who would eat once a month at one of the fashionable new restaurants in town. One Saturday night, we went to Texarkana. As usual, I remember nothing about the food, only the experience of glancing to my right and seeing Andy Warhol at the next table, staring back at me. In my 20s, I was in Paris with an older gay friend who insisted on taking me to a Vietnamese restaurant, which he said had a Michelin rating. The only thing I remember about the food was the perfumed eel soup, which I had trouble finishing.

When I offered her the money, she made it clear that she wanted it to be a loan. I don't know whether she was afraid that her husband would be upset (technically, it is his car) about her taking a large gift from me, or whether she was just uncomfortable about needing the help. I suspect she may need to believe that she could pay me back before I decline to accept the payment. I like the suggestion that I tell her to hold onto the money in case she needs it again, although I think splurging on something self-indulgent would be good for her.

They look like they may have been light wool, not uncommon for bathing suits (my father had a couple from his youth). The guy on the right is quite daring, wearing something that would have been considered the equivalent of a thong in those days.

I'm pretty sure it is not Vilnius.

I believe those are bathing suits rather than underwear.

It certainly isn't the typical circuit for a visiting European escort. No NYC, SF or LA?

That sounds like E. M. Forster meets D. H. Lawrence.

There are plenty of rentals in Palm Springs that are as depressing to live in as they would be in the poorer neighborhoods of any town.

Hmm. Razielcik's ad also says he is from Vilnius, but one of his hashtags is #russian. I wonder if some of the Russian escorts are relocating to places like Vilnius because it is hard for Russians to get visas from Russia now.

I resent that imputation: I'm old, but I'm not slow!

It's a lot better life than showing up on the menu in the hotel restaurant.

😦But Unicorn, surely as a medical professional, you know that the cause of hairy palms is adolescent masturbation!

Hairy hands, but on the backs, not the palms.