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.
As I walked out my front door a few evenings ago, I was stunned by another of our spectacular Arizona sunsets.
The question is sometimes asked, “What in the world do you people in Arizona see in that ugly brown desert?
The good Lord has allowed me to hang around in this world for more than three quarters of a century now, and I enjoy the freedoms of Geezerhood.