the freedom of age

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Yesterday, I hung out around town during the day. I had breakfast in WalMart while waiting for all the other businesses in town to open. It seemed to be "the" place to be -- there were older gentlemen filling at least two tables, drinking coffee, telling lies. At the local library, I held the door for a man who walked from his car clenching a giant stogee between his teeth. With his confident(albeit slower) stride, this man struck me with the freedom that must come with age... life with absolutely no one to impress! Getting older isn't so bad.

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