Ira Levine, in his 70s, is seated on a park bench, wailing.

A passer-by stops and asks, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Levine says, "I have a beautiful 25-year-old wife at home. She makes love to me every morning and then gets up and makes me breakfast. She makes me homemade soup for lunch and then makes love to me for half the afternoon. And for dinner she makes me a meal to die for and then makes love to me until midnight."

"Then why in the world are you be crying?"

"Why?" Levine says. "I can't remember where I live!"