Everyone knows that I am a whimp, or just a big scaredy cat. I am afraid of just about everything; you name it If you don't believe this to be so, just ask my wife But the name doesn't bother me much these days, for I am now 82 years old, and I have been a wimp so long that it must be ingrained into my less than usual charming character My speech even shows it. I talk like my grandma did, and my mother, bless their dear hearts. We were, and I'm...