Column: Perfection, except for ears, abs, who knows what else

Now that I’m almost 66, I’m starting to worry about my abs. I don’t remember worrying about my abs in the ’80s or the ’90s.

Actually, I don’t remember anything about the ’80s and ’90s. That’s something else to worry about.

Abs, by the way, refers to your abdominal muscles. If you thought those were called ams, you probably need to learn a little lingo before you hire a personal trainer.

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