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
the Ol’Buzzard
Undressed a good word but I'm 63. I'll bet none of my kids know where their pocket knives are.
ReplyDeleteI bought a three blade Stockman's knife when I was 10 years old. I think my son has it still, though it is the worse for wear. If I were farming, I would still carry a knife, no question.
ReplyDeleteAnd you do NOT look old. You look like a grizzled woodsman. Which is cool.
I still have and carry a Barlow given to me by my granddaddy when I was 12 or so. The only time I don't carry it is at airports or government buildings. Such is the state of the world today.
ReplyDeleteBTW, you look fit and trim and old is a state of mind. But...I do know what you're saying. Every time Ilook in a mirror, I can't believe that's me...and after ten years or so, I'm still not used to it.
I have carried a pocket knife since I can remember. Now I carry a Leatherman, it has a knife blade and various tools like screwdrivers and pliers.
ReplyDeleteAge is a case of mind over matter, if you don't mind, it don't matter!!