Attribution: Reinhold Möller, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports the keeper rummaging up a clipping from the Feb. 3, 1974 issue of he Sunday Milwaukee Journal in which he went on at great length about how being an “old person” is a particular hell due to the ways of an indifferent and busy society along with the inevitable personal physical breakdowns.
Written from his authoritative 43-year-old viewpoint, the essay is presumptuous and full of being 43 and would be embarrassing if anyone else but Phyllis was to see it.
What could the keeper possibly know about being old at 43?
Ridiculous!
But he knows about it now as a veteran nonagenarian—94, and it isn’t as bad as he made it out to be when he expounded on it at 43.
In fact, it is pretty damn good and he and Phyllis—a much younger woman, highly recommend it.
The take-away here is obviously not to take yourself too seriously until you are the age of a Model A Ford. Then you can talk about being old as you ride down the road honking the “ooga” horn and waving at the traffic.
