Friday, September 5, 2014

How Old?

Thirty-some years ago I would go to the roller rink run by this sweet little old man. He truly was sweet, and he truly was little--everyone knew him as Shorty. And old? I assure you, my eight-year old self saw him as the very picture of decrepitude.

Shorty died this week, and my sister sent me his obituary.  I was surprised he had lived so long, ancient as he...wait--he died at only 87?

So when we knew him, he was in his mid-50s. Huh.

These days that hardly seems old at all.

And yet I was seventeen just a few days ago, right?

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