Great Scott! 96. The poor bugger's outlived 5 morticians, all of whom kept a table open for him. I'm 94 and I know a few things regarding getting old. Being old, as he was at 96, sex was still alive in him when he was carried aboard. Inactive, surely, unable, for sure, but frolicing girls in see-thru lace was what was implanted in that man's mind; don't deny him what his fantasies scream night and day (mostly at night with the glass of Merlot). It is all he's got.
I'm being pushed aboard on 2 December 2022 from SF and determined to see Galveston again. Don't ask me why. I never really liked the place. For me, Galveston is just as bad as spending a 2-week honeymoon in Bakersfield, Ca.
Like my 96-year old elder who made it up the gangplank, I'll be the guy everyone will point to while recalling the white-haired guy with cane and earplugs who wanted to tell everyone what he had done during the Korean War. Yup! I'm your guy and please join me over wine some evening, I have some war stories to tell.