Monday, December 12, 2016
WHY THE OL’BUZZARD
When I was younger (in my 40’s) there was a crusty, grumpy old man that lived near us. I always referred to him as a ‘fucking old buzzards.”
When I turned 65 my wife bought me a stuffed animal: the Ol’Buzzard.
When I signed up for this blog I tried a number of titles and they were all taken. I looked up and the ol’buzzard was staring at me. It seemed fitting – thus the Ol’Buzzard’s blog.
If my wife had any idea that sometimes she would be referred to as Ms. Buzzard she probably never would have given me the bird.