It's time for Jack, Jack Lalane.

I am back. I decided to save part 2 of the George S May story for when I have little to say. It is funny, especially as I get on the road. But I saw something this weekend that made me wonder. It was a Newsweek article, I think, about Jack LaLane. He is 91 years old and in great shape. As he is a testament to a healthy lifestyle and the positive effects of physical and mental exercise. I am awestruck by his longevity, strength and his orange/red hair.

All I have to say about him is positive. We should all look like that at 91. He is in great shape and seems more with it than my 79 year old father in law. The thing is I can accept the Ronald Reagan hair dye job. It is that damn jumpsuit that he wears. What is up with that? I recall my mother dressing me in a jumpsuit, but I was no older than four or five. By grade one, I figured that if I wore one of those jumpsuits, I was going to have the shit beaten out of me at school. What can I say, I was, still am too, a perceptive kid.

Yet there he was in his signature jumpsuit. I am thinking that given how we revert back to a sort of infancy as we age (use of diapers and the "I want it and want it now" attitude) he has gone back to wearing a "onesie" instead of underwear as well. At least he has the belt on that jumpsuit hiked up to just below his chest. At least it was not a white belt. Thank goodness for small miracles.

Again, at 91 with the physical health and mental acuity of a guy thirty years younger, he is a remarkable man, but then I see his juicer informercial running again yesterday and I can only laugh at the jumpsuit. Paratrooper Jack with his high belt and adult diapers at your service.

Ciao!