Hey You Kids, Get Off My Lawn!

My wife and I came home the other day to find a bit of a surprise in our mailbox:

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Now, I know I’ve been feeling a bit “old” lately, but sheesh, how’d they get my name? Doesn’t the “R” in AAbleedin’ RP mean anything anymore?
Maybe I can play this to my advantage…
Dinner at 4:30. Half-price tickets to just about everything. Shuffleboard. Complaining about the younger generation and their darn music.
Maybe this won’t turn out so bad after all.