Some persons simply refuse to grow old. I like that
eighty-
year-old man who told me:
What’s wrong with being eighty
years old? It isn’t how long you’ve been around; it’s what you’ve done while
you’ve been around. Sure, I’ve been in the world eighty years. But I don’t have
an old philosophy. I do not think old thoughts. I happen to own the business
run. But I can still run it all right. When I find some bright young fellow who
is as smart as I am, I’ll step down. Don’t think because I have a game leg that
I can't handle the business. You don't run a business with your leg but with
your head. And my head is okay. I don't intend ever to get old. I know there
will come a time when my obituary will be in the paper, but I will have had the
time of my life all my life.
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