On Being Old -- 2

                                                             

I surrounded myself with old friends. Their kidding and reminiscing prevented me from thinking about the west side of the mountain. The family ties were strong and talk of being kids swirled around me.

My high school buddies laid it on and never let me get away with a thing – just like the old days.

My radio group came in like the affair was black tie -- some even in tuxes. Naturally being the hams they are, they presented me with a poem and a letter from a fictitious friend extolling the pleasures of being old.

The next group was the neighbors who now kindly look after the old one.

I enjoyed myself no end. How rich I am to have these friends, I thought. The candy was strewn everywhere. I don’t think I’ll have any problems navigating this new phase of my life.
Ciao.