solutions

poor georgie’s almanack



    In my 20s, it was clear that the solution to my ills, and those of the world, was a vodka martini.

     In my 30s, the cure to any problem, one way or another, revolved around a roll of duct tape.

     In my 40s, I learned the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything was 42.

     In my 50s, things were looking up and satellites quickly replaced plastics as the obvious remedy.

     In my 60s, fat free frozen yogurt.

     In my 70s, naps.

     Now, unbelievably, the new solution is something very old ... WD-40.

     Pretty slick, eh?