You Know You Are An Old Man When…
Mike Essig

I am sitting at a restaurant patio drinking a Kentucky Mule while waiting for take-out and people are looking at me oddly, as though I’ve had more than one Kentucky Mule, because I am giggling out loud. Ah, only those of us of a particular age get this. I particularly identify with being okay, barely, with being called old but far from ready for “elderly”. You made my day, Mike!

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