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Going through old books and "treasures," that survived the test of time, last night with my 11-year-old daughter, I came across the plastic coated tape measure from my sister's sewing kit that I had used since 1979 to originally take my measurements. I told my daughter about it saying the first time I measured my upper arm in 1979 it was 11 inches. "What is it now," she asked? "Ha," I said. "Let's measure!" She said... ok! "You read," I told her, "What's the fat guy's arms 38 years later at 275?" "Hmmm," she goes, "18 inches," she said, "most guy's dream!" "What a sweetheart, "you're just saying that," I said. "No," she said, "it's time to get back to the gym!" Sometimes the wisdom of the young is years ahead of their time.
