I was listening to one of my old Jimmy Buffett CDs yesterday, and a couple of lines from the song “Pencil-Thin Mustache” grabbed my attention:

Now I’m gettin’ old, don’t wear underwear
I don’t go to church and I don’t cut my hair
But I can go to movies and see it all there
Just the way that it used to be

It’s weird when something seems to have been written exclusively for you, isn’t it? I mean… how did he know? Well, aside from the bit about the underwear. I’m not a fan of chafing…