Thursday, May 10, 2007

Road Warrior

Oh woe.

My worst fears have been realized.

I wore pants with an elastic waist. For comfort, you see, on the four-day driving trip from Texas to Minnesota.

And a polyester, no-wrinkle shirt. Every day.

And I drove a minivan.

And I "watered the dog" at rest stops. On a red leash. While she-who-knows-things was shopping in the antique stores, I sat outside on the bench with the dog in my lap. Strangers began to pat the dog.

Worse, I got carded in a Holiday Inn club so I could have a glass of wine with dinner. Carded to make certain I am over 65.

It seems like only yesterday that I was cruising around Austin in a red Mercedes convertible and living in a downtown condo where the wine merchant a block away knew my name.

So this is where cool goes when it evaporates.

What's next -- voting Republican?


Jeff Hebert said...

When George Phenix says he was "watering the dog at a rest stop", a literal dog on the end of a leash was not, I confess, the first image that popped into my head ...

And I don't think this is where cool goes when it evaporates, I think this is where cool goes when it becomes happiness.

Lillah said...

George you are the funniest thing. Now I know what I have to look forward to when I get to geezerville except my dear my dog will never be able to sit on my lap. I cannot see myself with a dog smaller than Thor. I will send you a picture of my puppy.

ArchGrafiX said...

Hey, George, I thought you might like to see this little cartoon ditty about turning brought it up (so it's not MY fault).

Love your blog, dude. And you're only as young as you feel in polyester...

-- Buddy

sph said...

...welcome to my world.

Anonymous said...

If I were the Mystery Woman, I'd hit you with my iron skillet.

Iko said...

You could do worse than vote the right way!!!

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