A reminder of getting old

Yet another reminder that I’m getting old arrived in the mail Monday — my “welcome to Medicare” packet from Uncle Sam.

I turn 65 later this year and become eligible for whatever is left of Medicare once the politicians finishing gutting it for political gain.

Good thing.  I’ve been drifting without a paddle (or health insurance) for too long now.

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