As I mentioned before, Dad had a secretary named Janet. He loved Janet's efficiency and how she took care of the nitty gritty of his office. I've been helping Dad with his finances and paying the bills, and I'm his new Janet.
On a recent visit he handed me papers he received from the Board of Bar Overseers, forms for license renewal.
"I want to renew my license to practice law," he said. He signed the forms. "Send these out for me, will you? And see that the fee is paid."
Tonight my boss called.
"Did you take care of the thing?"
"For your license renewal?" Dad is sometimes vague about what he talks about.
"Yup, made copies for you and mailed everything out this morning."
"Good. You know this will be my 60th. year practicing before the Bar. I want to keep it up because it will look good in the paper."
"The paper? You mean your obituary?"
Palm to forehead.