By Sam Burnham
This isn't really the article I want to be writing. I mean I'm sitting here under a full head of hair that is holding strong and mostly refusing to turn gray. When a friend asked me what sort of color I use on it I laughed. He thought I'd spend money on something like that.
But the truth is, I'm looking at the screen though a new pair of glasses that have reading power built into them. They aren't bifocals per se, at least that's what I'm telling myself. But I also know that I used readers when wearing my anti-keratoconus contacts so I know I'm fooling myself and myself alone. But I'm ok with that as well.
And then my youngest son comes up to me and asks me if I've heard about that new sci-fi movie that's coming out. "It's called Blade Runner" he tells me. Yeah, I think I'm familiar.
My other two boys are in their rooms trying to beat the old DOS game Balance of Power that we played back in the 80's. They're a little shocked that we had technology like that way back then but at the same time are a little frustrated by the speed and ease of the game - or lack thereof. You know, from that old days.
The whole eyebrow check at the end of the haircut is a recent development as well.
I was invited to lunch at a retirement home the other day. About halfway through it I began to be concerned that they might not let me leave. Last week I received another lunch invite. It was from the new owners of a local funeral home. It would be rude to refuse so I'm hoping their back door is as strategic as the retirement home's.
So I guess I'm getting old but from all I can tell right now, it beats the alternative.
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