When I Was 46 in the Year 13

The New Breakfast SnobWhen I Was 46 in the Year 13

This show is dedicated to the memory of Mr. Atavist. He's still alive and kicking, never fear- but  I'm getting old and my own memory isn't so good these days, so I'd better get this in before I forget.

(Plus he turned me onto the song that this show's apt title is derived from.)

Please like me on Facebook, those tenous virtual bonds are my last desperate anchor to reality. (Well, actually, my fragile eggshell ego just needs a boost, my reality is fine.)

 Or call me up at 649-9737 and reassure me with dulcet tones and calming words. Or just go "WOO HOO! I got me two 40's and a 12-pack in the cooler"!   It's all about the life-affirmation, ya know?