February 21, 2017 (Tuesday)
Yesterday was Presidents Day. Dale Pogue wrote a great blog about it (click here to read his blogs). As he and I discussed the subject via emails, we were impressed by the fact that we have lived during the terms of fifteen presidents, and that’s one-third of all the presidents the country has ever had.
Does that mean we are old? Well, my mother used to tell me that age is all in your mind. If you think you’re old, you are.
Nothing wrong with being old, is there? We need old people to remind us of “the good old days,” and the younger people need someone to call them “whippersnappers” (whatever that is) every once in a while.
Someone told me I look younger since I quit wearing glasses all the time. But when I look in the mirror, I think I look even older than I am. Never mind. It makes no difference. “It is what it is.”
We need everyone — young and old.
We complement each other. Children and young people keep adults on their toes. Elderly folks sometimes can share experiences that may be of help to those facing difficulties in their lives. And I think we need to remind ourselves every once in a while that we all have the same heritage; we are all descendants of the first couple. So the guy that insists on calling everyone, “cousin,” isn’t wrong after all. And the “Bro” really is a brother.
Am I being silly? Or am I making sense. Eh? What’s that you say? Speak up. Seems like everyone mumbles these days. Eh? What? What did you say?