Richard Overton, who at 107-years-old is America's oldest living veteran on record, was honored last week at a Veterans Day ceremony in Austin, Texas. In addition to a standing ovation, Overton received a box of cigars -- a vice that he cites as a key ingredient in his recipe for longevity.

Overton takes no medicine, except for aspirin. Instead, he smokes cigars -- up to 12 a day, he told Fox News this spring -- and drinks whiskey with his morning coffee. The secret to living long, he told the Houston Chronicle, is "staying out of trouble."

My son showed up again this week and we had a great time.

If you ever wish to see a drama that attempted to recreate Margin Call

from a Death_Wish_(film) standpoint, you have got to see Assault On Wall Street. Hahahahahah

Anyhow, we got into this discussion of the old days. Why a 35 year old real estate manager would wish to hear about the old days....well I think Seany was just being nice but he appeared to be so interested.

Maybe it is just the Bush Mills. Hahahahah

It took me the longest time just to get him interested in this B- flick (Assault On Wall Street) starring some guy who is on TV all the time in loser series, but when the lead character lost his 401k and then his house and then his wife from cancer (cause he could not insure her anymore) and then his job (can you imagine? I mean this guy loses his job as a security guard cause his credit rating went down the sewer. Hahahahah) WHAT WAS A MOTHER TO DO?

Anyway the guy ends up a terrorist and kills 100? Wall Streeters? Hahahahahahah

It looked more to me like a National Lampoon production or an SNL skit gone wild.

I could not get Sean interested in this rotten film. hahhah So I kept attempting to forward the film to get him to see the important parts as it were.

Finally, at about 45 minutes when our champion shot his stock broker in the parking ramp with an assault weapon, Seany began laughing. Hahaahaah

Okay, so here is the personal story.

Five decades or more ago Grampa always managed some gas station and had me working there during the weekends after Dad died.

At twelve years of age, ten or fifteen dollars (in 1963 dollars) meant a lot to me and I got to miss attempting to pick my mother off of the floor at 'closing time'. Hahahahahah

Anyway, Grampa and Grandmama owned this land up North as they say. And Grampa always looked for deals.

So sometime before Dad died, he found a gem created by the old Pure_Oil Company.

This gas station was marked by this 'castle' type of structure as its main store accompanying the gasoline pumps.

Nowadays we have Holiday and every gas company you can think of with the 7/11 kind of structure offering gasoline and peanuts and basically all of the amenities offered at the old 'corner stores'.

Anyhow, Pure Oil went out of business and Grampa found this old castle structure and had it transferred to his lake properties. He had all these buddies and they worked out the transfer for him.

So we Days always visited the Nisswa estates and all of a sudden there was this tiny castle right on the lake front of Middle Cullen.

Now there was a first floor (no basement obviously) but there was a second floor attic that could only be reached by a ladder.

Some genius decided that it would be best for my younger brothers (Kevin and David) to sleep in the castle attic.

Well, these two bros attempted to kill each other once a week since anytime I can recall. I was the oldest so it had nothing to do with me!

I just remember 'the next day' following our arrival as it were, whilst Grampa led us all into this new castle as we were to greet my brothers when they might awake.

I also recall a lot of thumping and yelling and Kevin ends up falling through the 'hole' in the attic onto his head as he hit the floor.

I swear to Almighty God, poor Kevin was never the same after that.

And I am so perverted that I cannot stop laughing every time I recall this awful event!

In those days and under those circumstances, no one went to the hospital.

You would not even think to have the 8 year old checked out.

Anyway this thought brought back other memories.

I also recall coming home to Richfield as a sophomore in college and Kevin was literally killing David in the bathtub.

I intervened and began pummeling the shite out of Kevin and David revived and started swearing at me.

Hahahahahaaha

That was the last time I ever intervened in their troubled relationship. Hahahahaha

I have no idea why I recalled these two personal familial events, but Seany was on the floor laughing hysterically. Hahahahah

Then, according to Erin, I recalled another scene that involved people a little closer to me.

Sean and his older sister would attempt to kill each other but there was an event that eventually stopped all of this.

Evidently, according to Erin, there were visitors at my homestead; a brother and sister who were there to play with my children.

The visitors began pummeling each other and Erin and her brother were on the couch watching all of this; probably aged 9 and 6.

Erin turned to Sean and said:

This is stupid. We are not going to do this to each other anymore.

And that was that. My children stopped attempting to kill each other at this specific point in time.

Hahahahahaha

I dunno. The night flowed wonderfully (is that a word?) and I knew epiphanies linger in those memories, although I do not think I could 'itemize' them. hahahahahah

There are a few insights I might give you all.

Everyone must watch Margin_Call_(film)

And then everyone must see Assault+on+Wall+Street

And then we all must pray that the Dems and the Repubs sit on the couch watching competitors assault each other and come to the conclusion that:

THIS IS ALL JUST PLAIN STUPID.

hahahahahahh