I had a first the other day. I got a pedicure. For some years now when we’d get together with our grandson who lives in Austin, he’d treat all the gals in the family to a pedicure, and he always got one. Then My grandson would always asked to come along and get a pedicure with the rest of the family. I’d never go. But it is with great difficulty that I trim my toe nails. I usually wind up cutting my toe and bleeding for some time or hurting myself in other ways. It has gotten so that it is almost impossible to do this my self and so I agreed to go. While there is a feel good factor to a pedicure I wouldn’t spend the money merely for the pleasure of someone washing or messaging my feet. Nor would I allow someone to treat me to such an event and be out that expense on an old man. That is really out of the question or has been. But factor in the toe nail problem and a pedicure may be a bargain. I relented and got a pedicure at age eighty-two. Our grandson called and made an appointment. There were nine of us. We spent the afternoon doing lunch and having a pedicure and talking and laughing and joking with each other, having fun. I suppose family adventures come in all sizes and shapes and this was certainly a change of pace, proving I suppose, we never get too old to experience something new. The man with the best job in the country is the Vice President. All he has to do is get up in the morning and say, "How's the President?" Will Rogers.