My own true love is still in Italy enjoying the canals and side streets of Venice before it sinks and so…taking full advantage of her absence I took myself to the corner for a breakfast of carrot cake and cafe au lait…knowing that neither one was good for my unpredictable stomach. I rushed (not too fast) home and ate some yogurt and turned on some Dave Brubeck. While I was there I sat next to an older man who was going on and on and on about the good old days and how kids like the young lady he was sitting with never had it so good. She could have been a niece or grand-daughter or someone he knew…but I could see her eyes glazing over…and when he got up to refill his coffee and take a breath…she actually yawned. In that moment I felt sorry for both of them. Well, not “sorry” sorry but a little bit sad. He wasn’t that old…younger than me probably, but I recognized what was happening. I’ve been there and done that and afterward wondered why I did. So I wrote the previous blog post. It seems to me that young people and older people have a lot more in common than than they do with people in the middle age…Young people are trying to climb into a society that doesn’t understand them and older people are falling out of society that concentrates credibility and authority on forty year olds. Both young and old are disenfranchised and both could support each other.
He actually said ” When I was your age we only got a new pair of shoes every couple of years.”
And I thought…”so you didn’t wait until the old ones wore out then”
Luxury!
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