group of seniors were sitting around talking about all their ailments at
the South Clubhouse.

"My arms have got so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee," said one.

"Yes, I know," said another. "My cataracts are so bad; can't even see my
coffee."

"I couldn't even mark an "X" at election time because my hands are so
crippled," volunteered a third.

"What? Speak up! What? I can't hear you," said one elderly lady!

"I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck," said one, to
which several nodded weakly in agreement.

"My blood pressure pills make me so dizzy!" exclaimed another.

"I forget where I am and where I'm going," said another.

"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," winced an old man as he
slowly shook his head.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Well, count your Blessings," said a woman cheerfully...

"Thank God we can all still drive"