I said elderly, sweeties... not feeble. What would you call them? Middle aged? My elderly mother helped me pour some concrete this spring, and those Velvelettes are impressive for singing and boogeying their butts off at their age. But it don't change the fact that they are old. It happens to everybody, you know. I remember when Martha was rehearsing and they were playing a song too fast, she stopped them and told them to slow it down some... she said "I'm an old woman, don't rush me"... right out loud. that's what I like, someone to tell it like it is. Gettin old ain't no picnic, but denying it's happening don't change anything.