Are they trying to make me feel old?

First of all, let me explain...I'm not vain; especially about my age. Still, I have reached the point in my life at which my diminishing eyesight and flexibility are making it near impossible for me to paint my own toenails. I'm also finding it increasing difficult to call to mind the word or name I need just when I need it. Case in point: In '08 when I saw my first Obama bumper sticker and (because of the diminishing eyesight and fried brain thingy) thought it said Osama; I thought "What? What does that mean?" I spent the whole election season sounding like some twit out of an SNL skit as I kept verbally tripping over "Obama-Biden", and endeavoring not to let it come out like "Osama BinLaden". I mean, seriously, try to say that six times quickly. It's a friggin' tongue-twister. Then Obama got elected and I thought "Great! I'm even older than the president now!" But at least Biden was out of the news. Mercifully the press changed Osama's name to Usama when he was executed, or school children for generations would have been stymied by that one. I'm also breathing a sigh of relief that Michele Bachmann has withdrawn from the current presidential race, but I'm just paranoid enough to think that she might show up again as the second name on a Republican bumper sticker for 2012. I'm imagining the challenge to newscasters everywhere reporting stories like the following. "Michelle Obama campaigns for her husband, Barack Obama, as Mitt Romney considers Michelle Backman as a running mate".Perhaps they could warm up the old vocal instrument by reading the bumper stickers six times quickly: "Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;Barack Obama/Romney-Bachmann;..." You see what I mean, right?

you're welcome here

Haste ye back, we love you dearly,
Call again you're welcome here.
May your days be free from sorrow,
And your friends be ever near.
May the paths o'er which you wander,
Be to you a joy each day.
Haste ye back we love you dearly,
Haste ye back on friendship's way.

I attended a small village Ceilidh in Scotland in 1991. At the end of a night of food, drink and dance, when everyone had pitched in to put away chairs and wipe down tables, the men of the town gathered to sing this song to our little group. It was the sweetest send-off ever, and it reminded me of how much we've lost of old world entertainment and hospitality over here in the new world. Apparently it's often sung to departing guests at the end of a party, especially at New Years.
Kinda sweet, right?