originally written 11/12/04
The gentleman across from me, in his 50s perhaps, reads the Inquirer. He’s gray, balding, with a goatee and mustache. His face is thin, and he looks mentally active. He wears thin-rimmed silver spectacles. Like some absent-minded professor, his weekly train pass is wedged between the side of his head and glasses frame. The card is at a jaunty angle. In a hat band it might look rakish instead of pragmatically dorky. Another good argument for the return of the hat, I suppose.
The poignant part of this—don’t miss it!—is that I have seriously considered doing the same thing. I only abstained because I thought, “I bet that looks dorky.”
Turns out, I was right. But twenty years on, that is so me.
1 comment:
I'm in no hurry to get there. But God willing, when I enter my sunset years, I think I will adjust nicely.
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