Hi Betty, Hi Joe--
I'm afraid my answer to your invitation hadn't been thought through. The fact is, I am too old. I have declined considerably over the past year, and I realize my appearance at George's party is not practical.
No songs, no poems, no prayers.
I think of Georges as a great man. A few eons in purgatory, of course, and he will join the angels. I think of him as I hope for myself: at the Last Judgement headed south,of course, but George will come up with a timely technicality, and he and I will manage a circuitous route (just one stop at the liquor store) to My God, what lovely girls they have here--- My God!
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