Celebrates his 109th birthday with cigars, whiskey and a huge hamburger, because that's the way a WWII vet rolls!
Ace of Spades, that's a good goal. My Dad was born in 1917 and died in 1983. Although he never drank or smoked, those habits didn't help his brothers make the century mark. I remember my uncles hanging out in the basement in Detroit with cigar smoke, whiskey and model train sets all going full speed.