posted 01-21-1999 07:51 PM
I bought Judith Viorst's book "Forever Fifty" today as a birthday present for our 80 year old friend. Wanted to share this excerpt with you.
"My periodontist thought that Ezio Pinza was a battle in southern Italy.
My gastroenterologist couldn't tell Brian Donlevy from Brian Aherne.
My dermatologist didn't know to whom I was referring when I referred to Patti, Maxine and LaVerne.
My cardiologist thought that Little Sheba was a belly dancer from Cairo.
My orthopedist was unaware that Allyson, Havoc and Haver were three different Junes.
My urologist, when asked to hum the theme songs from 'Let's Pretend' and 'Our Gal Sunday', wasn't familiar with either the shows or the tunes.
My gynecologist thought that Gloria DeHaven was a retirement community.
My physiotherapist couldn't tell Victor Mature from Victor McLaglen or Vic Damone.
My opthalmologist simply assumed that I was repeating myself when I alluded to Simone Simon.
My endodontist thought that a Porfirio Rubirosa was a skin rash.
My allergist, when pressed, could still not give the first and last name of Jack Benny's wife.
My internist was incapable of singing 'Mairzy Doats'. It has suddenly dawned on me
That I've put a bunch of kids in charge of my life."
Hope that gives you a chuckle as it did me.
Laughter is good for the digestive tract!
[This message has been edited by LindaB (edited 01-21-99).]