I just turned 65. I have a collection of push puppets and wind up toys, including an old woman bent over a walker. I entertain myself watching monkeys flip over.

Until six months ago, I had an extensive collection of rubber ducks, including a devil duck and a surfing duck. I only gave those away because I needed to downsize.

P.S. I still swear up a fucking storm, though mainly to myself in the solitude of my apartment.