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It Comes And Goes
He and I are contemporaries more or less. Early seventies. I may have a few months on him.
"At what age do we become old?" he asked. He said it like he was afraid he'd reached it.
"For me it comes and goes," I said. "If I'm striding through town I feel like I'm 25, but at other times- now for instance" (after a morning spent being excessively nice to people) "I turn into grandpa..."
"At what age do we become old?" he asked. He said it like he was afraid he'd reached it.
"For me it comes and goes," I said. "If I'm striding through town I feel like I'm 25, but at other times- now for instance" (after a morning spent being excessively nice to people) "I turn into grandpa..."