Old Age

Have you been to Birmingham? It’s a relatively hostile place.

“Respect thine elders, lest you not reach a long life in this world.”

Also, boy scouts and stuff teach some similar values.

Nah, I think it was somewhere in Georgia.

Yeah Birmingham isn’t really a place you go to find people with good manners.

When I was in college I had one of those apps where you find hos and what not. And I put in my description that good manners were a must. I was bombarded by a bunch of hostile messages from women who had bad manners. Just went ahead and deleted the app.

“In Burningham they shot the gov’nr. Oo-oo-oo. We all did what we could do.” – Sweet Home, Alabama, by that band.

I think it, “love the governor”. He was racist. George Wallace.

You may be thinking of the sherrif. Eric Clapton, and Bob Marley both shot him, but that wasn’t in Birmingham.

In America, the wrong guy gets shot always. Everyone knows how to handle a gun, but only the value-lost idiots will pull the trigger in critical conditions.

Kind of a broad statement there. Like the kind of thing that could mean anything.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_age

And Middle Age:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_age

Kind of a narrow-minded statement there. Like the kind a person with no original thought and lots of bitterness about the awareness of his own lacking would make.

Pandora, I font think good manners are indicated merely by calling women by honorific sexual titles, that sounds chauvinistic and demeaning actually to expect men to say that. In the South, we address women as bitches, unless they are very sexy, in which case they are a lady.

And the expectation we hold the door is out. I can’t help I move quicker through the rain, had you kept up, you could of entered right behind me woman, but because you move so slow, looking for your purse, I’m bolting. I’m not getting wetter than I need to be. You can open the door, once you get here. Just because I’m behind it doesn’t mean I gotta open it, I’m too busy drying off and looking at you run soaked. Shouldn’t of worn heels bitch.

Modern manners.

Your paying for this date, right? Don’t worry, I got the tip.

I think you must know me pretty well because you nailed it man. That’s totally me.

Old age is the return to childhood with more knowledge, often too much, yet never enough.

My daughter tells me that I have a very young-baby soul, while claiming to have an old soul herself. I don’t know, but I fear that is in many ways she is right.

Life stems from innocently reaching for what cannot be reached and endlessly spawning the effort. Death stems from the realization that it cannot be reached and spawning the depression of it.

The neither young nor old are in between, as close to accomplishing as life can muster.