As usual on a Saturday, the Upper Haight’s bluesman played for spare change…
…but he stopped for a moment to say to me, “Sir, I must congratulate you for having such a lovely wife, no, wait, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize she’s your daughter, you have a lovely daughter.”
Actually, I don’t. He thought this not-all-that-young woman was my “daughter:”
Then I arrived home and found a piece of junk mail that began, “We’re sorry we haven’t gotten in touch sooner!”
It came from the AARP, American Association of Retired Persons.
The only nice thing about getting old is that the only alternative stinks.
Vonn Scott Bair