LUCKY: 96, and well fed

My wife and I were having dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant on Government Way. We were talking to the manager about it being my 96th birthday. People across from us asked — are you really 96? I replied that, yes, I was 96 years old — thought nothing of it ‘til I went to pay my check. To my surprise I was told the people across from us had paid for my dinner. I thought why in the world would they do that?

Yes, it was a surprise — a total stranger is buying my dinner. I can only say thank you very much. You are now on my list as some of the greatest people.

I hope some day to run into you again. Thank you.

Just call me lucky,

CECIL SCHERTZ

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