Friends, I'm feeling very blue at the moment. I guess I have given the impression to some that I'm a miserable old cripple who can't take care of himself, a wretched wreck of a man. Some people I know are angry with me that I'm not taking better care of myself. I talk about hobbling in pain to the market, climbing three flights of stairs to my apartment and other things. Well, it's all true but it doesn't mean I'm miserable. I don't need Meals On Wheels. I'm able to feed myself. It's true I have a tough time keeping the apartment clean but I do it. Now they want me to check in to the old actors home in New Jersey. I'm sure it's very nice there. I don't know why I don't want to do it. Sign over my retirement income and move in with a bunch of actors. No doubt I am entitled to some help for seniors from around here. I haven't found anything about that. One of them called me stubborn. I'm independant. Always have been. Does that make me stubborn? Maybe. Is it that I don't want to accept being old? Well, I don't. Pardon me for all this alas and woe is me. I just had to sound off a little bit.