Yesterday, I had the pleasure of spending the afternoon with a very old friend in Seattle. She and I are both growing older. This seems to happen to all of us unless we die young. :( Naturally the subject of knees came up (being that we are old farts). Laura said, "I think knees were designed on a friday late in the afternoon. They make no sense. They are little sticks held together by rubber bands. Of course they don't last. They aren't meant to." Laura is a very funny lady.