My wife and I took a ride yesterday to look at the fall colors. We stopped at a roadside park known as Small Falls.
While there she took a picture of me – and I can’t believe how fucking old I look.
I am not a vain person and don’t spend time looking in the mirror, and if the picture is a real representation of my looks – I find it hard to believe that the old fuck in the picture is really me.
I don’t feel that old – or maybe I do. A little.
Anyway, it has occurred to me that one major difference in young men of today to young men of my day is what they carry in their pockets. All my life I have carried a pocket knife. I would bet that not one in a hundred young men even own a pocket knife.
I would feel undressed without my pocket knife; just like the young men of today would feel undressed without their cell phone.
I’m just saying