10-22-2013, 04:00 PM
Reminds me of the day my pop finally admitted he was getting old. He turned 83 this year. When he was 80 he was hopping on his latest bike and riding from Texas to Kansas and back. Monthly. Called me one day as close to crying as that old buzzard can get, told me he'd stopped at a light, his arm gave out and laid the fulldress down and he didn't have the strength to pick it up again. Something about the way he told that story almost made me sorry for him in that moment...I think it broke his heart more than anything or woman ever did.
Thank god I am oblivious to the opinions of others while caught in the blinding splendor of my own cleverness.