" Those were the salad days, the halycon years! The sleepless nights, the wailing babies; the days the interior of the house looked like it had been hit by a hurricane.
The times I had five kids, a chimpanzee, and a wife in bed with fever.
Even when the fourth glass of milk got spilled in a single night, or the shrill screeching threatened to split my skull,
or when I was bailing out some son or other....from a minor predicament at the police station, they were good years, grand years.
But it all zipped by.
One minute we were in it up to our eyeballs,
and next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college.
And now, here I am.
In my nineties and alone."
-Water for Elephants