Maybe I’m getting a little crotchety in my declining years, but I find it annoying beyond words when I hear a talking head on television say, with regard to Donald Trump’s addiction to Twitter, that, well, he is a 71 year old man, and can’t be expected to change. What a load of crap.
I’m no spring chicken, but I am capable of learning new things, and different ways of doing the things I have done for many years. And you know what, Radical Reader, do are you, no matter what age you are.
It is a form of bigotry, when we say, “Oh, he’s old, he can’t change.” Well, the only time you can’t change is when you are dead, have passed through the vail, have ridden off into the sunset, and finally slipped off this mortal coil.
I don’t want to be judged by the low expectations that folks have set for the addictions of the aging man-child in the White House, that I can’t learn new skills or break old habits because of my age.
Older people are constantly learning new skills, and discovering new ways of looking at things. I see it all about me, and, I suspect, so do you.
Older men and women who aren’t interested in learning a new way of looking at things, have this much in common with younger folks who aren’t: they simply don’t want to.
Damn young whippersnappers . . .
Today’s love song to aging was written with the help of Gustav Holst’s “The Planets,” performed by the London Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Geoffrey Simon.
Fun fact: Space 1999
sometimes used “Mars, the Bringer of War” during space battles.
Now on YouTube: An Afternoon at Crystal Bridges
A couple of years ago Tracy and I spent an afternoon at Crystal Bridges: here is our video journey - “Life is a Museum: An Afternoon at Crystal Bridges.”
Quote of the Day
Self-delusion is pulling in your stomach when you step on the scales. - Paul Sweeney