My deceased grandmother on my mom's side was a real fairy godmother, who lived to be 102 and who I always feel is looking after me.
. . . he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go. " From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg. 102.
Turning 102 is crap, and there is nothing to commemorate.
Some time ago, I told Larry King that I planned to live to be 102. I still do.
There's one advantage to being 102. There's no peer pressure.
And perfect happiness? Man, that's a. . . the pool is about 92 degrees, the Jacuzzi is about 102 and an avocado farm.
It is not my words that I polish, but my ideas. 102