A man celebrating his 100th birthday was asked by a reporter how he had managed to live so long.
The man contemplated that question and looked over at his wife.
She sat beside him and a small smile played around her lips.
He hesitated for a moment before he explained.
“Well, son, I got married when I was 21.”
The wife and I decided that if ever we argued the loser should take a long walk to cool off.
So I guess I’ve benefited from 79 years of fresh air.