Eighty-seven years old… Susie has told me it’s time to start thinking about writing my memoires. Hmm… She’s always ahead of the game, my Susie, and always worried for me. What could have gotten into her to be explaining to the press that I didn’t have stockpiles of Coke at my house? Even worse, to be claiming that I pay for what I drink myself? That’s a heck of a story, right there. (Smiles.)