So on Jan. 25 I officially become:
A. Old.
B. Really old.
C. Really, Really Old.
D. 60
And the answer, of course, is “E. All of the above.”
Original art from Bride's Secrets #9 (1955.)
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SCENE: Woman holding up a birthday cake.
WOMAN: Surprise! It’s your birthday…I think!
Art: Unknown
Restoration & color: Diego Jourdan Pereira
©2013 Last Kiss Inc
WOMAN: Surprise! It’s your birthday…I think!
Art: Unknown
Restoration & color: Diego Jourdan Pereira
©2013 Last Kiss Inc
Happy Birthday, John!
At least there’s one consolation, my [old!] friend. All the kids tell me that they’re really jealous of their elders…
After all, everyone knows that life _really_ begins at 60!
Can’t hardly wait myself.
All the best,
BB
When an author refers to someone who is 60 years old I picture a dottering white hair guy. Then I realize that I am much older and don’t have white hair. 60 is old but you can still be cool. Happy birthday look forward to and enjoy “Last Kiss” every day.
I will be 60 soon myself. Let me know if anything falls off.
Still three years younger than me.