"It's true," he says with a theatrical sigh as he leans his elbows on the table. "Facts are, most of the brains were given to the ladies, no matter how much my side might protest that." They did have their rare moments, though.

Well, he liked to think so, at least.

"Neither one, though I daresay if I'm so well-preserved at sixty, someone ought to throw a parade. 'Tis thirty-eight, actually," he adds with a bit of a grin. "I'll be needing a cane shortly, I'm thinking."