Y’know, I keep writing these things that I call, ‘Gettin’ old ain’t for wusses’.....my kids tell me that they like it when I wax nostalgic ‘n talk about my younger days in my way back when time....I gotta tell ya tho’ that nostalgia ain’t what it use’ta be....I haven’t talked with my friend, Sam Piatt (gsamwriter) for awhile now...Sammy shares my nostalgic bent in many ways, especially about Beattyville...‘n that ‘golden age’ when we were boys.....
Boys never really grow up, y’know, they only learn how to act in public....I blame that on my Momma...she was quick with a switch, I’ll tell ya...but then, most of the Mothers in Beattyville were quick with a switch ‘n they didn’t really take an awful lot of time looking to see whose kid they were switching....during those war years, I guess it really did take a village to raise a bunch of snot-nosed kids... Anyways, two of the things I learned about arguing with a Mother back there in Beattyville is that neither one of ‘em works.....
I’m running thru all this stuff ‘cause a couple friends from my way back when time transitioned this last week ‘n I’m just trying to find a way to deal with it, I guess....I’ve been trying to find something positive to say about aging ‘n I read that if you’re dissatisfied ‘n think you’d like to go back, think of Algebra....
I’m just sayin’......