As much as we geezers enjoy telling and retelling tales of past adventures and conquests and tragedies, we sometimes are surprised by a tale of such love and caring that we get all teary eyed and have trouble finding our voices.
Since living to an old age is supposed to be our reward for taking good care of ourselves earlier in life, I wonder, “Just where the heck did I go wrong?”
Sitting on my front porch, working on perfecting my geezer act and enjoying yet another cup of coffee, I am suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude.
A visiting friend recently jarred me with a term I had never heard of before.
One of the several privileges of being a geezer is that some people seem to think that we old coots are wise.
While savoring my fourth or fifth cup of morning coffee (Boy! How I love to lead off with that), I reflect
As I sit here enjoying my geezer’s third cup of morning coffee and absorbing the tranquility that abounds here, I wonder why this area is not just frantically busy with tourists?
That I am old and out of tune with today’s world is indisputable.
Looking back at the world the way we geezers do, you’d think we have had our heads surgically removed and remounted facing rearward.
A favorite, if unavoidable, pastime of geezers is looking back.