18-03-2010, 05:03 AM
Jack's story reminds me of one of my own, going in the different direction on the "age" issue... I was about 42, working in Boston near the southeast corner of the Common at the corner of Boylston and Tremont, and was rushing in and out of the office to pick something up on a Saturday. I parked in a nearby lot for quick ease of access, ordinarily preferring and usually required to travel by subway and train. This particular lot happened to be on the edge of what used to be known, when the city was more of a naval port, as "the Combat Zone". On this particular occasion, I had with me my 14-year old son, a strapping big athlete as handsome as I used to be and looking nearly identical. As we hopped out of the car, one of the "ladies" approached and asked if we wanted to take advantage of her two-for-one special. My son is now 32, about to be a father for the first time, and I don't think he's stopped laughing yet.
Now, on that point, lest we offend some of the real genuine and lovely women here, perhaps we should allow them some equal time.
Now, on that point, lest we offend some of the real genuine and lovely women here, perhaps we should allow them some equal time.
"Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"