Do we ever get all that we want OR do we get parts & pieces and like Johnny Cash’s song we end up with a ’49, ’50, ’51, ’52, ’53, ’54, ’55, ’56 ’57, ’58, ’59, ’60, ’61, ’62, ’63, ’64, ’65, ’66, ’67 ’68, ’69, ’70 gentleman?  As much as I hate to admit it, I am beginning to believe that if we (women) do not have something to complain about – we’ll come up with something.  I am not saying that things are perfect here; however, in the grand scheme of things, they are better than most.  I do not want to

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