When I was visiting my 92-year-old friend, Bob Cook, I asked him if he had any relatives who lived longer than him. “Yeah,” he answered, “I had an uncle who lived to be ninety-six, my sister lived to be ninety-eight, and one of my aunts lived to be a hundred and three.”
“Sounds to me like you’re going to be around another ten years.”
Glancing at me with a sly grin on his face, he mumbled, “Damn pessimist!”
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