Jack's Joke Shop,Billy Crystal and a New Diagnosis

I read in the paper the other day that Jack's Joke Shop in Boston was closing. They've been in business since 1922 - 85 years!! I vaguely remember going there in the 80's - at the height of my bartending career - when I learned that telling or "doing" jokes were part of the "trade". This is where I bought those dumb plastic ice cubes with flies in them and the plastic vomit and poop, not to mention the whoopie cushions, the flower ring squirter and the retractable dollar on a string- i love them all. Am I a distant relative of the Marx Brothers or the Three Stoogies?

Laughing is good, especially for a depressed person.
Billy Crystal makes me laugh - When Harry Meets Sally is one of my favorite all time movies.
The other day at work, a co-worker gave me a copy of 700 Sundays by Billy Crystal - it's just what the Doctor ordered it seems, which seques niceley to the Diagnosis of the day... RA, well maybe - let's hope not.
I finally got to see my PCP the other day and she ran some blood tests. Her nurse called me this morning to tell me that I had a positive test for RA but that there are false positives sometimes, but to keep my consult with the Rhumatologist.

Well this is a fine kettle of fish.. just when I was getting comfortable with being "Middle-aged", just when I started thinking, OK this isn't old- wham you're old. ????
Yeah, even when the nurse called me into the office the other day she exclaimed, "you're not ___!", to which I replied, "well, I feel eighty!" But wait a minute I wish I felt as good as my 87 yr. old Mother-in-law - she can run circles around me now(she can out clean and out shop me).

So I can't believe Jack's Joke Shop is closing, the end of an era; and the beginning of another - the Dark(I mean Middle Ages). Ok , enof with the hot flashes and achey breaky bones, I'm going to read 700 Sundays.