"Oh, you don't look [pick a number]"
Don't we boomers love to hear such things? Just hearing those words, however, remind us that time is passing.
When I was in my mid to late 40s. I started to grow a beard. It was mostly dark, but there were some white hairs showing. My mother said, "You know you can buy something to hide that."
A few years later, mother noticed that I was getting a bald spot on the back of my head. She said, "You know you can buy something to hide that."
It didn't bother me much at that time because I had recently met an old friend who I hadn't seen for 30 years. We were to meet in a hotel lobby in the Washington area. I looked all over the lobby for him and didn't see the good friend who I remembered. Suddenly, a short, fat, bald man shouted "Hey! It is good to see you." I felt very good. Obviously, I hadn't changed much in 30 years, as I was clearly recognizable.
I later realized my mother's concern. The older that I looked, the older she would appear to be.
Recently, I failed to shave for a few days and my lady said she liked it. It seems that a short beard is in vogue these days. I really wasn't sure whether to keep it or not; but, since it pleases her, I'll keep it on for a while. It is white. I don't know whether to say that it makes me look older or distinguished.
Isn't it fascinating that we always seem to look around at people our own age and think "Gee, I'm glad I don't look that old." It reminds me of a joke that I heard.
It was at a school reunion when a lady encountered a gentleman, apparently older than her, who claimed to have been at the school at the same time as she was. So she spoke up and said, "I was there at the same time." To which he replied "Oh, what are you teaching?"
I write this in good humor, with a smile on my face and much satisfaction with the life I have led, the family I have raised, and friends with whom I have been blessed.
Now, when looking in the mirror again, it is clear that this short white hair on my face deserves to be described as giving me a "distinguished" look.
I apologize to all my dear friends if I fail to recognize them after a long absence.
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