Hey Eric,

My friend, carry proudly that scar you have man. talk about street creds. Mine is across my neck, melanoma...

Hey, wait til your seventy, then you'll really know what rejection is.

In a way, think of how wondeful it was that those shapely spring chickens ran to leave you alone. What I'd give to be alone in the damn sauna. Hey, don't judge them too harshly. Did it ever occur to you that they perhaps the young ladies wouldnt be able to carry a meaningful conversations beyond one minute???

Be well. Forty something ? Shit, I have a son almost fifty, you're just a damn kid.

T