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I am taking a walk about 2:30 p.m. pass a group of kids standing around looking at the engine of a car. the hood is up and one of them appears to be working on the motor. I walk by am thirty or forty feet away from them when one of the kids yells: "hey, old man!" I stop and turn, wait. they don't say anything, look down at the engine. I wait a moment longer, then turn and walk along. I hear one of them laugh, "I don't think he liked that!" I don't mind at all: at the age of 62 I can still kick their ass or drink any of them under the table. close to the grave be damned, there's not one of them I'd prefer to be. it's a good afternoon. I hope they fix their engine.