Oh, Godzilla. I remember when you were the terror of tiny town. Now, at age 61, you’ve stooped to their level — about 5’6″. Where once you were the destroyer, now you’re a goodwill ambassador, a welcome face at parades and a speaker at Chamber luncheons.

I’m happy for you. But I enjoyed your younger, fire-breathing self.

I guess this is what happens to all of us in middle age.

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