MY FATHER, THE CODGER. On my father’s 70th birthday, we were able to assemble the whole extended family around the dining room table. As the cake was brought in, my brother Elmer asked: “Dad, does this mean that now you’re a codger?” My father beamed, paused for effect, and replied: “I’ve always been a codger.”
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