How easily wishes roll off one’s silly tongue! On my sixty-first birthday, I wished myself a hundred more. In jest, but still. And so did everyone else at my table at Klaudio’s. A hundred more! For crying out loud, I cringe at a thirty more, let alone a hundred. Which is why I am putting this disclaimer down in writing at my earliest opportunity. I was only kidding! Rather, I was shooting my mouth, as though wishes are a kidding matter. Silly old me.