And if you should arrive at a 105

Well, what d’ya know? Another 365 days come and gone. That means I get to recycle my favorite birthday mantra. It goes like this: For every year that I get older, I vow to act another year younger. I still haven’t done the math, but the way I figure it, if I should survive to 105, think of all I’ll derive by arriving at 5! And this is the best part; I’ve got a head start! Penny tax, touching green, no changies!

"Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are."

Not a clue who this guy is