The Tourist
Banned
Recently we had a thread on better auxiliary lights for dressers. I agree with the idea, as I have one of those new-fangled high-output lights on my Sportster. Then I thought, "When was the last time I took either bike out for a midnight jaunt?"
The idea bothered me at first. I know I have been looking at more laid-back Harleys with cushier seats, now that my wife is retired we eat a bit earlier to avoid the crowds, we use a lot more coupons, a think Leno has gotten a too 'blue' with his jokes, I even started carrying a smaller knife.
Then it hit me! I've become my Dad!
I make no pretense about being in a "boys' choir" back in the day. I was very good with sheet music. Now those altos look like sopranos and I've pretty much lost my taste for opera. Guys don't sweat enough at the gym. They mingle, even use their cell phones. Our suburban community is littered with white children of privilege with low-slung baggy pants driving their mom's car and listening to harsh rap music about oppression.
More than once this week I've sat in a coffee bar with a five dollar latte' and lamented to my wife that I do not understant today's youth. I realized I was talking about people in their early thirties.
Yikes, I used to be tough...
The idea bothered me at first. I know I have been looking at more laid-back Harleys with cushier seats, now that my wife is retired we eat a bit earlier to avoid the crowds, we use a lot more coupons, a think Leno has gotten a too 'blue' with his jokes, I even started carrying a smaller knife.
Then it hit me! I've become my Dad!
I make no pretense about being in a "boys' choir" back in the day. I was very good with sheet music. Now those altos look like sopranos and I've pretty much lost my taste for opera. Guys don't sweat enough at the gym. They mingle, even use their cell phones. Our suburban community is littered with white children of privilege with low-slung baggy pants driving their mom's car and listening to harsh rap music about oppression.
More than once this week I've sat in a coffee bar with a five dollar latte' and lamented to my wife that I do not understant today's youth. I realized I was talking about people in their early thirties.
Yikes, I used to be tough...