A few months ago I was driving home from school, and at lunch time, my neighborhood is usually barren, so what I saw (and prompted this blog) wasn’t too odd, but it made me think. It was an old man walking along the side of the road. He was a happy old man, sporting an ear to ear grin. I watched him as I drove by and smiled too. At that moment in time I realized how excited I was that at some point in time I’d be an older gentleman too. A lot of people don’t like the notion of getting old, but I’m stoked about it. After a life of hard work, I too will stroll the streets at lunchtime, eager to get my mail, and later go home to talk to my wife as she bakes delicious chocolate chip cookies. I’d like to think I’ll be the older man that everybody knows because he loves plaid shorts and also because he’s got the best looking lawn on the block. I like being a virile young chap, but being old won’t be so bad.
