From playing baseball, lazy, hazy, crazy (!) days on the beach, and night-clubbing
... to shuffleboard, wistful and contemplative moments in the rocking chair and ever-increasingly earlier trips to the orthopedic bed (
and increasingly more frequent "trips" to the "facilities"!).
I tell you, in forty "short" years, it's been like going from the boundless youthful enthusiasm and energy of that mischievous colt, young Master David Collins, to devolving (or is that "decomposing"?) to the superannuated "inactivity" of the venerable senior citizen, Mr. Ezra Braithwaite....