At my appointment today to have yet another Basal Cell Cancer removed by my Dermatologist. I walked into the office and there was a elderly woman sitting next to a younger blonde woman. Both seemed vaguely familiar. I had dated the older woman after the death of my first wife and never knew she was eight years older than me. The younger blonde woman was her daughter and I remembered her, but not her mother. The daughter told me her mother would be 90 next month. I about fell over and hoped that I at 82 was aging better than she because she looked 110.