Over fifty summers have bloomed and died before my eyes.

I have watched the green leaves wither and fall to the ground, counting each sunrise and sunset as the relentless hand of Time marches onward.

I have witnessed fashions disappear and, regrettably, some return.

I have learned that some questions have answers, while others are better left to philosophers, theologians, and people with considerably more time.

I have loved.

I have lost.

I have paid taxes.

And now, after all these years, I am asked to look upon the vast accumulation of my earthly experience and answer one question:

Who is my favorite cartoon character?

Darling, after fifty years among actual characters, I hardly see the need for animation.

I have far grander matters to contemplate.

Obviously.