Jan. 28, 1968
If I live to be as old as Methuselah I don’t suppose I’ll ever learn the lesson or remember for long that no matter how top hole we feel or in what excellent physical condition we may be (according to the assurance of our favorite pill-roller), we are not immune to the tiresome little disasters that befall other members of the population when unfriendly conditions catch them with their guard down.
When…
