OK. I am going to show my age. Not that I shy from it- I’ve earned the stripes I own. But, back when I was younger, I had to lie and say I was older. So that folks would take me seriously. (Yes, I passed for 18, 21, and 30 long before people faked ID’s to get a drink of booze- for business reasons.)

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