|Our faces are lies and our necks are the truth.~Nora Ephron|
Or - What Happened to my neck and other important questions.
I've been asking that question for sometime now.
I remember jumping once when I saw myself in a
big plate glass window
on Main street in Loomis.
I was used to just seeing
a tiny bit of my face
as I looked in the mirror
to put on my makeup.
Yep, I must be 71 from the look of things.