There's been a lot in the news lately about the scientific community's
research on aging. If they can identify the factors that make people
age, scientists say it will make a big step toward longer lives for all
of us.

At the risk of putting a lot of scientists out of work, there's really
no big mystery. Old age is caused by having kids. I don't have a lot of studies, charts, and analytical data to support that. All I do is offer
myself as "Exhibit A".

Before I became a father, I was a young man. My stomach was flat, my
skin was smooth and my body parts did not creak. But then my first kid
came out of the delivery room. I became an old man on the drive home
from the hospital.

My back went first.

Their mother got the stretch marks, but I got the slipped disc from
loading 700 pounds of port-a-potties into the trunk of the car every
time we took a trip that lasted longer than half an hour. After 8,000
miles of horsey-back rides across the kitchen floor, I had blisters on
my palms, calluses on my knees and sway in my spine. Not to mention a
craving for oats.

My body deteriorated rapidly after that. By the time I went to my 10
year high school reunion, former classmates were trying to guess whether
or not I had been their home room teacher.

But those weren't really age spots on my hands and forearms. They were Sani-Flush stains from reaching into toilets to rescue combs, Lincoln
Logs, and used to walk of Fisher-Price people. After a while I got used
to walking around with one sleeve permanently rolled up, but I'm still
trying to get over the effects of having to give mouth-to-mouth to a
Baby Tears.

What looks like middle-aged spread actually started in my late 20's.
That's when I began to polish off leftovers from my kid's plates because
there wasn't enough to save but there was too much to throw away. By the
time my fourth kid came along, I actually began to enjoy pancakes with
catsup on them.

The more kids I had, the older I got. All my life I had 20/20 vision.
But by the time I had assisted on the first few hundred book reports
that didn't get started until the night before they were due because
"nobody told me about it," I was making weekly visits to an optometrist.
Midway through my 30's my nerves were steady and my blood pressure was
normal. But that was before my oldest kid got her temporary drivers
license. I sat in the passengers seat of my new sports car and watched
her shift from second gear to reverse without using the clutch at 45
miles an hour in our driveway.

Gray hair, wrinkles, and bags under my eyes? I've got them all. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to cash Social Security checks. It means I have
a kid who attends a college that increases its tuition fees daily,
another who wears $125 basketball shoes that he outgrows hourly, and a
third with raging hormones who's mood changes ever minute on the minute.
My only consolation is that someday those kids will have children of
their own.

And then, they'll be older that I am.
--- SBBSecho 3.13-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - tbolt.synchro.net (316:36/20)

There's been a lot in the news lately about the scientific community's
research on aging. If they can identify the factors that make people
age, scientists say it will make a big step toward longer lives for all
of us.

At the risk of putting a lot of scientists out of work, there's really
no big mystery. Old age is caused by having kids. I don't have a lot of studies, charts, and analytical data to support that. All I do is offer
myself as "Exhibit A".

Before I became a father, I was a young man. My stomach was flat, my
skin was smooth and my body parts did not creak. But then my first kid
came out of the delivery room. I became an old man on the drive home
from the hospital.

My back went first.

Their mother got the stretch marks, but I got the slipped disc from
loading 700 pounds of port-a-potties into the trunk of the car every
time we took a trip that lasted longer than half an hour. After 8,000
miles of horsey-back rides across the kitchen floor, I had blisters on
my palms, calluses on my knees and sway in my spine. Not to mention a
craving for oats.

My body deteriorated rapidly after that. By the time I went to my 10
year high school reunion, former classmates were trying to guess whether
or not I had been their home room teacher.

But those weren't really age spots on my hands and forearms. They were Sani-Flush stains from reaching into toilets to rescue combs, Lincoln
Logs, and used to walk of Fisher-Price people. After a while I got used
to walking around with one sleeve permanently rolled up, but I'm still
trying to get over the effects of having to give mouth-to-mouth to a
Baby Tears.

What looks like middle-aged spread actually started in my late 20's.
That's when I began to polish off leftovers from my kid's plates because
there wasn't enough to save but there was too much to throw away. By the
time my fourth kid came along, I actually began to enjoy pancakes with
catsup on them.

The more kids I had, the older I got. All my life I had 20/20 vision.
But by the time I had assisted on the first few hundred book reports
that didn't get started until the night before they were due because
"nobody told me about it," I was making weekly visits to an optometrist.
Midway through my 30's my nerves were steady and my blood pressure was
normal. But that was before my oldest kid got her temporary drivers
license. I sat in the passengers seat of my new sports car and watched
her shift from second gear to reverse without using the clutch at 45
miles an hour in our driveway.

Gray hair, wrinkles, and bags under my eyes? I've got them all. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to cash Social Security checks. It means I have
a kid who attends a college that increases its tuition fees daily,
another who wears $125 basketball shoes that he outgrows hourly, and a
third with raging hormones who's mood changes ever minute on the minute.
My only consolation is that someday those kids will have children of
their own.

And then, they'll be older that I am.
--- SBBSecho 3.14-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - Little Rock, Arkansas (316:36/20)

There's been a lot in the news lately about the scientific community's
research on aging. If they can identify the factors that make people
age, scientists say it will make a big step toward longer lives for all
of us.

At the risk of putting a lot of scientists out of work, there's really
no big mystery. Old age is caused by having kids. I don't have a lot of studies, charts, and analytical data to support that. All I do is offer
myself as "Exhibit A".

Before I became a father, I was a young man. My stomach was flat, my
skin was smooth and my body parts did not creak. But then my first kid
came out of the delivery room. I became an old man on the drive home
from the hospital.

My back went first.

Their mother got the stretch marks, but I got the slipped disc from
loading 700 pounds of port-a-potties into the trunk of the car every
time we took a trip that lasted longer than half an hour. After 8,000
miles of horsey-back rides across the kitchen floor, I had blisters on
my palms, calluses on my knees and sway in my spine. Not to mention a
craving for oats.

My body deteriorated rapidly after that. By the time I went to my 10
year high school reunion, former classmates were trying to guess whether
or not I had been their home room teacher.

But those weren't really age spots on my hands and forearms. They were Sani-Flush stains from reaching into toilets to rescue combs, Lincoln
Logs, and used to walk of Fisher-Price people. After a while I got used
to walking around with one sleeve permanently rolled up, but I'm still
trying to get over the effects of having to give mouth-to-mouth to a
Baby Tears.

What looks like middle-aged spread actually started in my late 20's.
That's when I began to polish off leftovers from my kid's plates because
there wasn't enough to save but there was too much to throw away. By the
time my fourth kid came along, I actually began to enjoy pancakes with
catsup on them.

The more kids I had, the older I got. All my life I had 20/20 vision.
But by the time I had assisted on the first few hundred book reports
that didn't get started until the night before they were due because
"nobody told me about it," I was making weekly visits to an optometrist.
Midway through my 30's my nerves were steady and my blood pressure was
normal. But that was before my oldest kid got her temporary drivers
license. I sat in the passengers seat of my new sports car and watched
her shift from second gear to reverse without using the clutch at 45
miles an hour in our driveway.

Gray hair, wrinkles, and bags under my eyes? I've got them all. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to cash Social Security checks. It means I have
a kid who attends a college that increases its tuition fees daily,
another who wears $125 basketball shoes that he outgrows hourly, and a
third with raging hormones who's mood changes ever minute on the minute.
My only consolation is that someday those kids will have children of
their own.

And then, they'll be older that I am.
--- SBBSecho 3.15-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - Little Rock, Arkansas (316:36/9)

There's been a lot in the news lately about the scientific community's
research on aging. If they can identify the factors that make people
age, scientists say it will make a big step toward longer lives for all
of us.

At the risk of putting a lot of scientists out of work, there's really
no big mystery. Old age is caused by having kids. I don't have a lot of studies, charts, and analytical data to support that. All I do is offer
myself as "Exhibit A".

Before I became a father, I was a young man. My stomach was flat, my
skin was smooth and my body parts did not creak. But then my first kid
came out of the delivery room. I became an old man on the drive home
from the hospital.

My back went first.

Their mother got the stretch marks, but I got the slipped disc from
loading 700 pounds of port-a-potties into the trunk of the car every
time we took a trip that lasted longer than half an hour. After 8,000
miles of horsey-back rides across the kitchen floor, I had blisters on
my palms, calluses on my knees and sway in my spine. Not to mention a
craving for oats.

My body deteriorated rapidly after that. By the time I went to my 10
year high school reunion, former classmates were trying to guess whether
or not I had been their home room teacher.

But those weren't really age spots on my hands and forearms. They were Sani-Flush stains from reaching into toilets to rescue combs, Lincoln
Logs, and used to walk of Fisher-Price people. After a while I got used
to walking around with one sleeve permanently rolled up, but I'm still
trying to get over the effects of having to give mouth-to-mouth to a
Baby Tears.

What looks like middle-aged spread actually started in my late 20's.
That's when I began to polish off leftovers from my kid's plates because
there wasn't enough to save but there was too much to throw away. By the
time my fourth kid came along, I actually began to enjoy pancakes with
catsup on them.

The more kids I had, the older I got. All my life I had 20/20 vision.
But by the time I had assisted on the first few hundred book reports
that didn't get started until the night before they were due because
"nobody told me about it," I was making weekly visits to an optometrist.
Midway through my 30's my nerves were steady and my blood pressure was
normal. But that was before my oldest kid got her temporary drivers
license. I sat in the passengers seat of my new sports car and watched
her shift from second gear to reverse without using the clutch at 45
miles an hour in our driveway.

Gray hair, wrinkles, and bags under my eyes? I've got them all. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to cash Social Security checks. It means I have
a kid who attends a college that increases its tuition fees daily,
another who wears $125 basketball shoes that he outgrows hourly, and a
third with raging hormones who's mood changes ever minute on the minute.
My only consolation is that someday those kids will have children of
their own.

And then, they'll be older that I am.
--- SBBSecho 3.15-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - Little Rock, Arkansas (316:36/20)

There's been a lot in the news lately about the scientific community's
research on aging. If they can identify the factors that make people
age, scientists say it will make a big step toward longer lives for all
of us.

At the risk of putting a lot of scientists out of work, there's really
no big mystery. Old age is caused by having kids. I don't have a lot of studies, charts, and analytical data to support that. All I do is offer
myself as "Exhibit A".

Before I became a father, I was a young man. My stomach was flat, my
skin was smooth and my body parts did not creak. But then my first kid
came out of the delivery room. I became an old man on the drive home
from the hospital.

My back went first.

Their mother got the stretch marks, but I got the slipped disc from
loading 700 pounds of port-a-potties into the trunk of the car every
time we took a trip that lasted longer than half an hour. After 8,000
miles of horsey-back rides across the kitchen floor, I had blisters on
my palms, calluses on my knees and sway in my spine. Not to mention a
craving for oats.

My body deteriorated rapidly after that. By the time I went to my 10
year high school reunion, former classmates were trying to guess whether
or not I had been their home room teacher.

But those weren't really age spots on my hands and forearms. They were Sani-Flush stains from reaching into toilets to rescue combs, Lincoln
Logs, and used to walk of Fisher-Price people. After a while I got used
to walking around with one sleeve permanently rolled up, but I'm still
trying to get over the effects of having to give mouth-to-mouth to a
Baby Tears.

What looks like middle-aged spread actually started in my late 20's.
That's when I began to polish off leftovers from my kid's plates because
there wasn't enough to save but there was too much to throw away. By the
time my fourth kid came along, I actually began to enjoy pancakes with
catsup on them.

The more kids I had, the older I got. All my life I had 20/20 vision.
But by the time I had assisted on the first few hundred book reports
that didn't get started until the night before they were due because
"nobody told me about it," I was making weekly visits to an optometrist.
Midway through my 30's my nerves were steady and my blood pressure was
normal. But that was before my oldest kid got her temporary drivers
license. I sat in the passengers seat of my new sports car and watched
her shift from second gear to reverse without using the clutch at 45
miles an hour in our driveway.

Gray hair, wrinkles, and bags under my eyes? I've got them all. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to cash Social Security checks. It means I have
a kid who attends a college that increases its tuition fees daily,
another who wears $125 basketball shoes that he outgrows hourly, and a
third with raging hormones who's mood changes ever minute on the minute.
My only consolation is that someday those kids will have children of
their own.

And then, they'll be older that I am.
--- SBBSecho 3.15-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - Little Rock, Arkansas (316:36/20)

There's been a lot in the news lately about the scientific community's
research on aging. If they can identify the factors that make people
age, scientists say it will make a big step toward longer lives for all
of us.

At the risk of putting a lot of scientists out of work, there's really
no big mystery. Old age is caused by having kids. I don't have a lot of studies, charts, and analytical data to support that. All I do is offer
myself as "Exhibit A".

Before I became a father, I was a young man. My stomach was flat, my
skin was smooth and my body parts did not creak. But then my first kid
came out of the delivery room. I became an old man on the drive home
from the hospital.

My back went first.

Their mother got the stretch marks, but I got the slipped disc from
loading 700 pounds of port-a-potties into the trunk of the car every
time we took a trip that lasted longer than half an hour. After 8,000
miles of horsey-back rides across the kitchen floor, I had blisters on
my palms, calluses on my knees and sway in my spine. Not to mention a
craving for oats.

My body deteriorated rapidly after that. By the time I went to my 10
year high school reunion, former classmates were trying to guess whether
or not I had been their home room teacher.

But those weren't really age spots on my hands and forearms. They were Sani-Flush stains from reaching into toilets to rescue combs, Lincoln
Logs, and used to walk of Fisher-Price people. After a while I got used
to walking around with one sleeve permanently rolled up, but I'm still
trying to get over the effects of having to give mouth-to-mouth to a
Baby Tears.

What looks like middle-aged spread actually started in my late 20's.
That's when I began to polish off leftovers from my kid's plates because
there wasn't enough to save but there was too much to throw away. By the
time my fourth kid came along, I actually began to enjoy pancakes with
catsup on them.

The more kids I had, the older I got. All my life I had 20/20 vision.
But by the time I had assisted on the first few hundred book reports
that didn't get started until the night before they were due because
"nobody told me about it," I was making weekly visits to an optometrist.
Midway through my 30's my nerves were steady and my blood pressure was
normal. But that was before my oldest kid got her temporary drivers
license. I sat in the passengers seat of my new sports car and watched
her shift from second gear to reverse without using the clutch at 45
miles an hour in our driveway.

Gray hair, wrinkles, and bags under my eyes? I've got them all. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to cash Social Security checks. It means I have
a kid who attends a college that increases its tuition fees daily,
another who wears $125 basketball shoes that he outgrows hourly, and a
third with raging hormones who's mood changes ever minute on the minute.
My only consolation is that someday those kids will have children of
their own.

And then, they'll be older that I am.
--- SBBSecho 3.14-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - Little Rock, Arkansas (316:36/20)

There's been a lot in the news lately about the scientific community's
research on aging. If they can identify the factors that make people
age, scientists say it will make a big step toward longer lives for all
of us.

At the risk of putting a lot of scientists out of work, there's really
no big mystery. Old age is caused by having kids. I don't have a lot of studies, charts, and analytical data to support that. All I do is offer
myself as "Exhibit A".

Before I became a father, I was a young man. My stomach was flat, my
skin was smooth and my body parts did not creak. But then my first kid
came out of the delivery room. I became an old man on the drive home
from the hospital.

My back went first.

Their mother got the stretch marks, but I got the slipped disc from
loading 700 pounds of port-a-potties into the trunk of the car every
time we took a trip that lasted longer than half an hour. After 8,000
miles of horsey-back rides across the kitchen floor, I had blisters on
my palms, calluses on my knees and sway in my spine. Not to mention a
craving for oats.

My body deteriorated rapidly after that. By the time I went to my 10
year high school reunion, former classmates were trying to guess whether
or not I had been their home room teacher.

But those weren't really age spots on my hands and forearms. They were Sani-Flush stains from reaching into toilets to rescue combs, Lincoln
Logs, and used to walk of Fisher-Price people. After a while I got used
to walking around with one sleeve permanently rolled up, but I'm still
trying to get over the effects of having to give mouth-to-mouth to a
Baby Tears.

What looks like middle-aged spread actually started in my late 20's.
That's when I began to polish off leftovers from my kid's plates because
there wasn't enough to save but there was too much to throw away. By the
time my fourth kid came along, I actually began to enjoy pancakes with
catsup on them.

The more kids I had, the older I got. All my life I had 20/20 vision.
But by the time I had assisted on the first few hundred book reports
that didn't get started until the night before they were due because
"nobody told me about it," I was making weekly visits to an optometrist.
Midway through my 30's my nerves were steady and my blood pressure was
normal. But that was before my oldest kid got her temporary drivers
license. I sat in the passengers seat of my new sports car and watched
her shift from second gear to reverse without using the clutch at 45
miles an hour in our driveway.

Gray hair, wrinkles, and bags under my eyes? I've got them all. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to cash Social Security checks. It means I have
a kid who attends a college that increases its tuition fees daily,
another who wears $125 basketball shoes that he outgrows hourly, and a
third with raging hormones who's mood changes ever minute on the minute.
My only consolation is that someday those kids will have children of
their own.

And then, they'll be older that I am.
--- SBBSecho 3.20-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - Little Rock, Arkansas (316:36/9)