I haven’t written the Just a Geezer Blog for some time. Why? I could try to come up with a good excuse. It’s true that I have been helping my daughter get a rental house fixed up for sale. I
I’ve done it all. I’ve flown in jumbo jets, bi-planes, helicopters and the face of evil. I’ve eaten octopus, gummy bears, toadstools, and my own words. I’ve painted a beautiful watercolor, a house, my face, and myself into a corner.
When I was in my youth, I didn’t read the obits. No one I knew died, no one called it quits. At middle age, I noticed them more. A little bit curious, about what was in store. A little bit
I’m not happy with being called “old,” “elderly” is just dumb, and “senior citizen” was only invented to be politically correct, it’s obnoxious partronizing, meaningless and superficial, just an insult coated with sugar. What does that leave me with? “Geezer”