Palaver from Persimmon Crossingwith Warren Faulk
Those Blankety-Blank Hormones
I am 60. It has a nice sound ... 60. My Social Security card is older than the President of the United States. I have lived longer than I am going to, longer than I expected to and longer than I deserved to. I've been called "Pops" by a whippersnapper and accepted a discount as a senior citizen.
The Pops thing hurt like a broken toe. It wasn't meant as an insult, because the young man was asking me to help him put a 200 pound sofa in a trash container, but it felt like an insult.
After helping with the sofa I didn't have enough energy left to hit him or even read him the riot act. This is what mellowing really means.Putting the money back in my pocket felt real good.
I have led an imperfect life. Been a prolific, if not a very good father. I like myself better as a grandfather. Credit God's love and the kids.
I am officially "mature". Maybe even a little over ripe. My horizons have shrunk in some areas, but not when it comes to women. A pretty woman is exactly that. All of you youngsters have this to look forward to. Regardless of THEIR ages, when YOU are old enough, they will all be a joy to behold.
But along with this should come the realization that, just because one smiles at you and acts friendly, does not necessarily mean she wants any more than that from you . None of that stuff about rolling and hay. Still, it's a nice thought. Hold that and the egg.
-- Warren Faulk
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