andy-rooney

Fifty
I wasn't the brightest kid. I grew up believing the tale my father told me -- that I had spent World War II being toted around on his back. It wasn't until I was about 9-years-old that I realized the impossibility.
Fifty
Dear CBS: Your oldest living and still breathing employee is just about to exit the building. It excites saddens me to think the only person that makes more sense than me is finally giving up this job so I can step in heading into retirement.