Two anecdotes proving that I am well on my way to decrepitude.
Coming from the park, I was turning on to Maple Road when two of these guys jumped out into traffic. They were aimed at a bar on the other side of the street. Annoyed that they were too cool to use the crosswalk provided, I paused and then went around them. Through the open window of my mini-van I heard one shout, “……soccer moms!” I gave them a “hand signal” as I stopped at the crosswalk only a few feet away.
My mother looked at me in amused disapproval.
“Sorry” I said. “But he called me a soccer mom! He gets the finger.”
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Later that day I was talking with my dad about the guitar lessons he’s offering to members of his church youth group. In an effort to engage the kids, he asked them for the names of current bands whose music they might like to learn. Since names were not forthcoming, my father mentioned a few bands he thought they might like. He also told them a horrible groaner about Kurt Cobain and “decomposing”.
*crickets*
Probing why his “hilarious” joke had fallen flat he realized that not one of them had ever heard of Nirvana.



Okay, I think I changed how my name will appear and am checking to see if it worked.