Do you see me? I am 73 years old. You know what that means, don’t you? That means I don’t run wind sprints as fast as I used to, but my faculties are otherwise completely intact. There are days that I wish they weren’t, because then I would retire and spend my remaining days doing something more glamorous than pulling eight-pound objects out of women’s vag**as. But until that time, I keep showing up here every day.