Dear Hatch family,
It’s long past time to shuffle Grampaw Orrin off to the Springfield Retirement Castle. And bring Grassley with him too to keep him company, feeding rabid squirrels and making horribly inappropriate remarks to amuse each other from the dustbin of history.
Good god, Orrin - it sounds like you are describing a 16 year old girl in a binder full of marriageable Mormon maidens.
Shouldn’t you be headed for your own planet by now? Do you think somehow you’re already there?