pointless, obscure post

I joined some fellow geezers for lunch yesterday at the local Perkins Restaurant. I always want to call the restaurant and ask if Ma Perkins is there, but they wouldn't get it. Nobody under 80 would, and almost nobody that old has a computer, so why am I writing this. I guess I need to move into the Shady Pines rest home. The folks there would remember Ma and Evie and Shuffle even if their short term memory was all shot. They would tell me to call Ma at the Lumber Yard.