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Anybody who goes to coffee shops knows old guys hang out there;
not at the Starbucks type places, that's a whole different thing. In
"full service" coffee shops I see solitary men sitting silently like they
would in their own kitchens, except they are dressed. I see the
extroverted types too, the ones who kibitz with the waitresses and
will strike up a conversation with you if you give them half a chance
(Don't. Been there, done that.). Occasionally I see guys who meet as
a group, but the conversations I've eavesdropped on are weather,
sports, the sad state of things, or boasting. Standard male ritual.
These days you can even find guys who are "at work" doing email or
cell phones as they eat, but that's not who I mean. The guys I'm
talking about are the ones alone in their own little world. And I
wonder about them. Widower? Just gotta get out of the house?
What's their story? Maybe that one over there shoving egg into his
mouth is wondering what my story is. So I sit there along side them,
and of course it is eggs we're having because breakfast is the time
we old guys come out of the woodwork, maybe bring a newspaper,
or just sit and stare ahead and have our eggs any way we want them.
Yep, I'm one of those old guys now, but not a regular. It's a
pleasurable solitude, from time to time...and a place to study
anthropology on the sly.
And if I'm in a coffee shop and not working my keyboard there, then
mostly I'm a newspaper kind of guy, but not a "total newspaper" guy,
not like Sharon who is a cover-to-cover newspaper freak. I scan
headlines, maybe take a look at the five W's of a story or two on the
front page, and then I fish out the sports page. The rest of the paper
becomes dross as soon as I open the sports page; the thrill and
agony, cheating and greed, tragedy and comedy, high finance and
crime; one mini-series after another. It is my Enquirer.
I used to be a Big Three guy; football, basketball, baseball. A little
tennis. Even less golf. Track in season. (I wonder where track went.
Used to be so much more of it, or so it seemes. Maybe we've fallen
behind in steroid sophistication and aren't competitive worldwide,
and we're not known for covering stuff we're not good at.) Hockey?!
Forget it, I'm a west coast guy! But scores, records, stats...franchise
fluff, that's what I used to do. Now I'm more global in my view and
into opinion, so I read columns about steroids, and stadiums, and
league pocketbooks and pickpockets, and overseas expansion, and
power negotiations. I started reading the voices of the columnists a
few years ago, and some good writing is going on amidst the
required grind. There is a coffee shop kind of musing I recognize in
some of the stories, and I feel a kinship with the columnists when
they turn out soulful pieces; they've obviously spent time in coffee
shops. Then I do the crossword puzzle and go home.
On the way home yesterday, I stopped off at Aldape's, the local
grocery. The "can" aisle, and specifically at the Spam, Vienna
Sausage, corned beef and Manwich section is another guy spot...the
men's adult food section. They stand there with a hand basket and
stare at the labels of promise on the cans of ease. Lunch and dinner
menu planning, eh? Just open a can. Maybe that's why you see
fewer solitary guys in the coffee shops after breakfast. Are they
home spooning loneliness from a can? Me? I still love to cook.
In Reply to: Where "the boys" went posted by Jim H. [4489.4517] on March 19, 2008 at 07:41:20:
Jim,
You keep posting all the reasons why I will not consider retirement. I refuse to be one of those old guys.
Several years ago when I was still playing rackquet ball I would run into the old guys coming in as I was going out of the club. I played at 6:00 and was done, showered and on my way to work by 7:30, as they were coming in. There were 4 of them and they played what I called " Pitty-pat " rackquet ball. They stand and wait for the ball to come to them. No running. Anyway I asked them one day what they did with their time. After rackquet ball they went to the local golf club and played a round. I said, " Yeah, but what do you do in the winter time or when its raining?" Their answer was, " We play pitch." Pitch is a card game. I went home that night and told my wife, I won't be able to retire. I can not waste my life away playing cards to pass the time.
And since I don't drink coffee, I don't hang around coffee shops and talk about the good old days. I'm sorry if this offends anyone reading this that is retired.
Silver Fox!
P.S. Besides the old dog can still hunt :) The reason I can is because I feel so good and I am still at the top of my game. Thanks to the 3LS.
In Reply to: Where "the boys" went posted by Jim H. [4489.4517] on March 19, 2008 at 07:41:20:
HI Jim -
When I go to a certain McDonald's,,,just to use the room and maybe get a breakfast burrito,,,,there are plenty of those guys sitting there,,,,,,,,,,,,not all old, either!
I think the wives threw them out!!!
In Reply to: Where "the boys" went posted by Jim H. [4489.4517] on March 19, 2008 at 07:41:20:
Jim, to me there is nothing sadder than to see a widower trying to muddle through life. But you will always have the world of words to keep you good company.
The really unfortunate men are the ones sitting in the mall waiting while their wives shop!
In Reply to: Where "the boys" went posted by Jim H. [4489.4517] on March 19, 2008 at 07:41:20:
there are also guys who just go out to eat so their wives can sleep a little later or because their wives have to be at work early , drink themselves a protein shake or eat a cup of yogurt, and don't have time to make conventional breakfast OR , in trying to help their husband's hearts, have stopped feeding them bacon and eggs, so the guys go to a diner to have the breakfast they prefer (you can only stand so many bran buds).
The canned goods might be an individual's meal, but can also be what a retired man is cooking for he and his wife-men, being older in couples, often retire a few years before their wives.
After my mother had a stroke and my Dad became a caregiver to her, he'd just need to get away every now and then to take a break- going out for breakfast was one way to do that, and a chance to talk with other people and get some interaction. He once told me he told the waitress that the meal she had just served him was a lot better than the one he had eaten the night before. She asked who made that one and he replied, "I did."
In college, I worked the counter at Howard Johnson's one Summer. Two separate middle aged women would come in, sit at different parts of the counter, order dinner, and constantly call me over to converse with them. I felt like a ping pong ball as they competed for my attention. I wished I knew some polite way to say to each of them that they were both obviously lonely and they should sit with each other and eat together, but I was afraid of offending them.
The same sort of thing happened when I worked in a supermarket across the street from a senior citizen complex of apartments. Mostly old women would shop everyday and engage me in conversation (while the store manager glowered at me for taking the time to talk with them). I suspected that I was their only real human contact most days. I wished they could realize they were in a similar situation as their neighbors and that they would visit with each other more. When the old women would have one of their kids visit, they would bring them to the supermarket with them and introduce them to me and I'd see the look in the visitor's eyes like, Mom is really losing it to be introducing me to store clerks-clueless that the store clerk is important in their parent's daily life.
In Reply to: Where "the boys" went posted by Jim H. [4489.4517] on March 19, 2008 at 07:41:20:
Jim:
Ha, this reminds me of a friend's father, a widower. He doesn't like to cook, but does like eating out and seeing his older male buddies and playing cards. A lot of those older guys are not in good health so sports or exercise is out of the question for them.
They also don't like to dance and don't care for the bar scene....so what's left but the supermarket canned-meat section, and the coffee shop? There's some good socializing in coffee shops...or at least, there's the promise that other regulars will show up soon and share a cup:-)
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Jayne [10093.4453] on March 19, 2008 at 09:03:06:
Go there again and you will see they same guys. They also have favorite haunts for lunch. So sad :(
Silver Fox!
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Sally [6687.1590] on March 19, 2008 at 09:20:26:
No, I wait for my wife and do SR. When she's done we go to lunch.
Silver Fox!
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Steve [5592.4388] on March 19, 2008 at 12:00:47:
Steve, when are you going to realize you don't fit into any one mold:)
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by PhillyLady [5444.4453] on March 19, 2008 at 10:30:56:
come down here to FDR park. Have a bunch of 70, 80, and
2-90 yr olds who play tennis every day All year, on the old courts in the back, unless they can't get the snow off the courts. Another group hangs out All year in the parking area near the Swedish Museum. They aren't as active, and sit around on beach chairs or in a car if too cold. They will walk around the big lot every day. 2 guys like to wax their cars or of the guys who aren't capable. They say I look too healthy to do mine.)
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Steve [5592.4388] on March 19, 2008 at 11:56:56:
what's sad? Better than staying home and not socializing. I have been hanging out in a diner since before I was injured. It is located near the park I still go to, now to watch wildlife, or see tennis playing friends. It is located near the meeting of the expressway and the interstate, near the sports complex. Before it was my pit stop after playing tennis, and now after traveling, or just to meet friends, and chat with the younger employees and owners. Since new owners took over and they went upscale, it isn't the same place, but many real friendly regulars have moved or passed on, but it was Always an interesting place with the variety of people who used to stop in, and being very social, I could be chatting with guys that work in a junkyard, to execs of the 3 oil co's in the area, to sports figures. Even could Try to converse with crazies from the halfway house for them a block away. Had a street person who used to come in and they let him stay a while, who was always saying things that made you think, or a guy they let sleep in his car in the lot.
The previous owner owned 2 diners, a restaurant, a car wash and gas station. He had 2 kids with a GF and him and his wife adopted them. He was a pilot and always had an interesting plane, and when they got him for tax evasion he worked out a work/release deal, and used to fly back to prison at night. Him and his son were crazy, and something was Always happening, like after his father died, one Saturday night, the son emptied the diner, and told the band they had on weekends, and the customers, and workers to leave. I used to call it a soap opers, " The Days of Our Diner". The son was always getting into accidents, and probably when on drugs, but could be the nicest guy in the world. One time he rolled a Caddy, and every car the family had was dented after he drove it. After the diner was sold, I saw him, and he was messed up, and said he had totaled a Porsche. He was found dead a year later. When his family owned it, the food was fabulous and reasonable. They had an old German Baker who made the best cakes and pastry, and they were known for the artistic cakes for all occasions. I never tasted better cheesecake than they had, and it was So cheap I would have it often. Heavy waitresses would grumble, that they wished they could eat it when they served me, and I would tell them it was my "Cheesecake Diet". Eat a piece, and skip a meal...
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Sally [6687.1590] on March 19, 2008 at 12:29:16:
Thankfully.
Silver Fox!
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Vince F [4572.4381] on March 19, 2008 at 13:37:59:
That's the reason I was reluctent about posting my opinion. I know there are some who enjoy doing just what you mention. Its just not my cup of tea. I have to chalange myself and would be bored sitting around watching guys waxing cars or telling old war stories.
Silver Fox!
In Reply to: Where "the boys" went posted by Jim H. [4489.4517] on March 19, 2008 at 07:41:20:
I had to drive 50mi to go look at an classic car with 10K mi on it, that I have been interested in since it was new. A long ride to an area I don't know is really grueling on me now. Heading home I got lost, but the area was So pretty, I just drove. I needed gas, and hoped to find a station. I came to a town, and got gas, and found the road I wanted to take all the way back, instead of the freeways, since I know it closer to me, and hadn't been on it in years, and always enjoyed the scenery where I drove it. I had driven a ways further from home, and it turned out to be 70mi coming back. I was hungry, and struggling to drive, and figured I better eat. Not knowing the town, and Mc Donald's being very visible, I decided to just grab something there to try to revive me. There were a few people in the place, and one old guy sitting by himself with a newspaper on the table, was chatting with a real old couple. I thought he knew them, but maybe not, because as soon as they left, he started talking to me. He talked about local, state, and national politics. Talked about the price of gas, and pointed to his Prius out the window. Said it was his 2nd. Talked about the wars, and said he was a WWII vet. I wasn't as talkative as I usually would be, being exhausted, hungry, and eating, but he was interesting to chat with. In my situation, and condition, and in a strange place, it was a Lot better than if he had his nose buried in his paper. I didn't ask why he was there, but it looked like his hangout. He probably enjoys the conversation and stimulation, and talking to anyone who will chat with him, and he was interesting. Probably about 75-80yrs old, and driving a Prius. I have a friend locally who is 94, they call Bronco Eddie, because he bought a new Bronco every 2 yrs, and the Eddy Bauer model till the stopped making them. Had a big Ford SUV, and after his wife died, he bought a pickup. He goes to TX for the winters and stays with his son. The past 2 yrs his son flies up and drives down with him.
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Steve [5592.4388] on March 19, 2008 at 13:53:59:
can always learn things from interesting people, or make a day interesting for others. I've met some Interesting people... A guy I called, "Crazy Joe", was one of the most. Started taking karate lessons at 60. or the 70yr old who wanted to box professionally again, and had a 3/4 sized ring in his basement.
I thought the SR would calm you down?)) I always liked to work and play Hard, and then Rest hard. Now I can't do a lot of what I used to, but still plan, and hope that I will. I enjoy seeing people not slow down, or say something is too much trouble. One guy our age who hangs around with the older guys is SO Hyper, it is hard to talk to him. After a few min he takes a walk around the park, that is about 2mi. Sometimes he says he walked it 4X in a day. He goes to a gym a few times a week also. Him and his brother used to build race cars, so he is interesting, if you can get him to stay around long enough, to hear what they had built. He goes to the drags every week, and I haven't been since I was young, and want to go. It would be interesting, and I got one of my hounds from a breeder who had lived across the road from the starting line. I had been looking for the Mustang I am after again, and the wife worked for a kennel that had one advertised. When I called about car, she was the only one there and didn't know about the car. I was looking for a female hound, so asked what they bred. They had Akita's and Tibetan Spaniel's. I said, not my type, and she said, not hers either. I asked what hers was, and she said there was only one. Yea, me also, what's yours? When she said, Afghans, I asked if she had any to sell. She had 2, she just wanted to place. They were being transferred back to Tx, and her husbands co would only pay for moving 6. She had the sweetest female I had ever met, and she was free, Plus she gave me a crate and her bowls.
The hound was the sweetest there could be, and an Incredible watch dog, but spending her 3 yrs right across from the drag strip, and not getting the attention that the show dogs did, and the family just loosing a son to a brain tumor, she was Petrified of any sharp or loud sound, and I was bringing her to a Big city, and walking them on the main street. The owner said, their kennel was a 40' trailer, but when the jets were in, he would loose a few windows. The hound Was a basket case, and and wanted to bolt at every sharp sound, and couldn't be touched while eating. If my male bumped her, she tensed up and sat. I had to learn how to desensitize her, which I Did, to Every sound, so learned how to do it for Every fear a dog could have. When kids set off a Bomb behind an 8' high stone wall at a playground, that I felt the concussion bouncing off the tall houses across the street, and my hair stood on end, and my Mucho Macho male jumped 2 feet. I was watching her sniff a tree, and she Didn't Even flinch, I thought she had gone deaf, so tested her hearing and she was fine. What worked for sounds also worked for her being touched while eating, and after curing that, if my male didn't finish the extras I would put on their food, she would go around and Push him over to her bowl. She would learn after telling her once, and the breed is Supposed to be the Hardest to train, and what takes a Border Collie 5-10x's to learn something, Afghans can take 75-100, and Forget the Next day. What Really made her even More special than any of the others, which is Mighty special, was I was at the Very end of my rope, in Total agony, mentally and physically, and told the hounds to NOT make a sound, she gets up, comes over and looks at me laying on the sofa, puts one leg on it, and pushes me over and lays with me. She Never did it before or after, and was never on the sofa before or after. My male who I had to train to stay off the sofa, comes over, looks at us and Dove in behind me. I bust out laughing and got to an ER, which was a waste of time, but it made me Glad I ran into her, And him, since he was special also and they were the two Extremes of the breed. One the desert type, and the other the mountain, from the middle east, and Himalayan mts. She very rarely panted, and he did almost all year. She was also not very coordinated for the most agile dog breed that have pivoting hip joints. I did little physical therapy on her, pushing on her sides to try to knock her off balance. She would cross her legs to keep it, so I started to alternate the sides I pushed on. Didn't take long and she was as agile as any. She used to draw crowds when I took them to the block long fenced in grassy area of a school yard on the main street after work. She just Loved to run. My male preferred to challenge the Pit Bulls on the other fenced in section. One owner said, Af's look prissy, but he had a friend who used one as a watch dog at his garage, and he wouldn't fool with it. He used to tell his Pit to be quiet. I Think I should Go Buy That Mustang, and complete the circle....
One of the guys, not the tennis players, is into wildlife more than even I am, and has heard all the stories about them that I have. Another is into raptors, and I told him about the guy who used to bring down a Periguin Falcon, and let it go hunt, or the 2 pigeons that I saw Chasing a hawk.
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Vince F [4572.4381] on March 19, 2008 at 13:10:27:
Sure, Vince, there are exceptions to every rule. Look at Jack Lalanne:-)
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by PhillyLady [5066.3153] on March 19, 2008 at 18:57:33:
does he play tennis, or take care of his car?
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Vince F [4572.4381] on March 19, 2008 at 19:33:21:
He is still very active at 93 years old. I don't know if he plays tennis or works on his car, but he seems to be in good health.
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by PhillyLady [5066.4453] on March 19, 2008 at 21:09:39:
he's into exercising. Ahhh, guess he couldn't do much else.)) I like what he says about food. If it Tastes Good, Spit it Out!! I wouldn't want to live a week like that. He's probably into torture. Maybe S&M?? Sounds like it.))That's quantity not quality.
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Vince F [4572.4381] on March 19, 2008 at 21:18:45:
Jack was only kidding about spitting out food that tastes good. Healthy food can be good, and it is good. Quit picking on him. He's pretty darn healthy for an old man. He's almost a century old:-)
Here is what he has done as a senior citizen:
1979 Age 65: Towed 65 boats filled with 6,500-pounds of Lousiana Pacific wood pulp while handcuffed and shackled in Lake Ashinoko, near Tokyo, Japan.
1980 Age 66: Towed 10 boats in North Miami, Florida filled with 77 people for over a mile in less than 1 hour.
1984 Age 70: Handcuffed, shackled and fighting strong winds and currents, towed 70 boats with 70 people from the Queen’s Way Bridge in the Long Beach Harbor to the Queen Mary, 1 ½ miles.
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by PhillyLady [5066.4453] on March 19, 2008 at 21:29:45:
well, making comments like that, who with a brain would listen to him??
Those are some accomplishments, a gorilla or ox could do the same thing.LOL All that exercising must have given him a brains of steel.))
A friend who body builds called tonite. He can pump a lot of iron. Said he is bench pressing 350lbs. I was asking him what he knew about the older Mustang's that I am after, since he had one similar. I was telling him what problems there could be getting parts, and he said it sounded like more hassles than it was worth. Told me he almost bought a new Dodge Challenger. but they want 50K$ for it, like he paid for his 07' Dodge Charger, and they only wanted to give him 25K for. It has the same 425HP Hemi motor that his Charger has, that he traded his 345HP 06' for. He said the Challenger doesn't look as Mean as his Charger. 425HP doesn't move 4300lbs of car as fast as it would a 3Klb one, and handles like a bus. Pumping that iron must have given him brains of steel.)) He could get a workout accomplishing something, and have more than muscles to show for it.
I just spit out something that Didn't taste good.))
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Steve [5592.4388] on March 19, 2008 at 08:28:24:
No offense here, Steve. "Time" seems too skinny to me to think about
it in terms of wasting anyway (or to think much about it at all). In
retirement I am finding the peace to just be. But it is not sedentary or
lonely, and the "doing" rises out of the moment these days more than
from some notion of time. But my old thinking patterns do have a
stubborn momentum, and a certain clinginess that is amusing, like
trying to let go of a static-charged piece of plastic wrap. I feel like I
am opening to what is right in front of my face and all around me, and
has been the whole time, but I that I did not notice before.
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Jayne [10093.4453] on March 19, 2008 at 09:03:06:
LOL. Or they escaped!
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Sally [6687.1590] on March 19, 2008 at 09:20:26:
I agree with you, Sally, but I might rank saddness a little differently.
In Reply to: Where "the boys" went posted by Jim H. [4489.4517] on March 19, 2008 at 07:41:20:
Thanks, Jim, enjoyable as always!
Other than the sports page (which I first discard out of hand) I could relate to most of what you described so elequently (sp?).
Namaste`
Walt
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Vince F [4572.4381] on March 20, 2008 at 00:30:56:
Hmm, I see. I take it you're not a fan, then?
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Vince F [4572.4381] on March 20, 2008 at 00:30:56:
Don't you remember Jack, when he was on the tube as a kid? He did a workout for the ladies, no weights.
Do you remember his dog, Happy?
Silver Fox!
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by PhillyLady [5444.3245] on March 20, 2008 at 08:41:17:
His wife looks like she in good shape too.
Silver Fox!
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by PhillyLady [5444.3245] on March 20, 2008 at 08:41:17:
I used to be pretty physical guy, and never shyed away from physically demanding activities, and only worked out when trying to get back up to speed after an injury. When I couldn't buy what I wanted, I designed and built it. When I wanted a dog, I didn't shy way from the most high maintaince breed, that needed a Lot of grooming and exercise. I bought a new car and have many changes I want to make on it, to make it exactly what I want. One guy on a forum for them asked, if I bought the Right car. I think I did, since I will have the best features of two cars I like. I'm even planing to modify the seat foam in the best seats made, that I bought from the old car I want, to put in the new one, because the high side bolsters have a harder feel on the sides of the thighs, compared to where you sit that your weight makes it feel softer, so there won't be a difference in feel and comfort. The old car I want has leather seats, and the seat feels harder than the cloth covered seats that I bought. If I buy the old car, there is another set of the cloth seats on Ebay, that i would buy and change the leathers, and save them in case I decided to sell the car.
Pumping iron will work and develop the body, but why not use the heart beats doing work that will keep the body in shape, and accomplish a task. I always liked feeling I got a workout when playing tennis, or from working on things. I even made jobs harder rebuilding things instead of just replacing parts. I ask mechanic friends if they ever rebuilt an alternator, and know how they work, and they just say, they Just replace them. I rebuilt one for 12$, instead of paying 180 for a rebuilt one, and I learned what makes them work. I will take shortcuts when there is nothing to be gained, like pouring a solvent into a carburetor to get it to the pistons, instead of pulling the plugs to get it in, when trying to unstick piston rings.
When I built cabinets and furniture, I hand veneered wood, instead of buying veneered plywood. Can match the wood grains and have a better looking piece. One store I was building for asked, if I could make the cabinets all look like that. I didn't know what he was asking, and he said, make the grains match. I wouldn't have done it any other way. A lot of labor, and a workout, and a better finished product. Too much cost and effort for most co's.
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Steve [5592.4388] on March 20, 2008 at 09:19:27:
I vaguely remember Jack on TV. Exercise shows aren't my cup of tea, but used to enjoy the one with the gorgeous, sexy wemen doing slow, suggestive type movements. That was enjoyable when I was going through hell.))
In Reply to: Where "the boys" went posted by Jim H. [4489.4517] on March 19, 2008 at 07:41:20:
My dad was one of those coffee-shop guys at a little hole-in-the-wall diner in small town mid-southern America. Actually, he had his "rounds". First up was the diner for a bit of breakfast and coffee, holding court with the other old men--regulars, they were. Later he could be found at the local drugstore with yet another group of men, this time just sipping on coffee. I saw first-hand the latter--during the summer, I'd occasionally head down to the drugstore for a fountain cherry coke and, if lucky, I'd run into my dad there who would then pay for my drink. He'd introduce me to his table-mates as "this here's the boss" (I was a child of his middle years--the "oops" menopause baby). I'd hang around only long enough to receive my paid-for drink and then disappear.....not caring for the silly remarks old men make to little girls--I hated being teased and was shy as well. They seemed to know me, but I didn't know them--I hated this imbalance. Daddy evidently told them about me, and I guess I was mortified that he might be like my mother--telling all the stupid embarrassing stuff that kids do. But, in hindsight, I realized he'd have been telling the Proud Stuff. It was strange--seeing my father there....that he had a life outside of what I knew of him, in the house, with family.
He wasn't retired at those times, but owned his own small business and could take breaks when he wanted. When he did finally retire, he still drove into town for coffee with the guys--he had to get out of the house because it was what he was used to....it still gave him "routine". He did this right up until he died, 19 years ago. Even though our hometown has changed and grown beyond belief, I'm sure he'd have helped keep the diner in business.....in fact, "Jane's Kitchen"--I think it's still there.
I think the wives were glad to see their husbands out of the house--for whatever reason. Glad not to have to fix breakfast or clean up after it.
A nice walk down memory lane this morning.......
Tabby
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Tabby [15.2532] on March 20, 2008 at 10:11:44:
nice story...
Even with my limited function, I have to get out to a diner every day. Just driving there is like exercise, loosening the muscles, and stimulating the brain. Don't have the friends to meet that I used to, since most have moved or died, but even the help in the diner can be stimulating, and social. The younger ones are more interesting and fun. I guess life sours some people, and always enjoyable to be around older people who are interesting and have a sense of humor.
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Vince F [4572.4381] on March 20, 2008 at 10:02:19:
I never enjoyed watching them unless I could join em :)
Silver Fox!
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Steve [5592.4388] on March 20, 2008 at 11:54:47:
when you can't move, watching is the next best thing, and I am too big to fit Inside the TV.))
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by Tabby [15.2532] on March 20, 2008 at 10:11:44:
Thanks for that, Tabby.
In Reply to: Re: Where "the boys" went posted by PhillyLady [5066.4453] on March 19, 2008 at 21:29:45:
I think it was the comedian, Franklin Ajaya who talked about Jack laLanne towing those boats. He said, if the guy had just gone for the long swim, he would've thought, 'right on-that's great', but when he added towing the boats to the feat, Ajaya's reaction was- "What good is having a great body if your mind is gone?"
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