Piccolo

 I looked at a full-length mirror the other day and was horrified at what I saw.  I saw an old man wearing shorts and high support socks.  I thought I looked like a third-chair piccolo player in the junior high school band going to a Latin Club meeting.  Now, I have nothing against piccolo players or participants in the Latin Club, but, what I wanted to see was an athletic man ready to be called to replace Tom Brady to quarterback the Bucs.

I have a friend about my age who wears support socks.  He doesn’t look like a piccolo player.  I would get rid of these socks, but I was having shooting pains in my calves that a doctor diagnosed as poor circulation.  He prescribed support socks.  I refused.  Weeks later, I tried them and the shooting pains disappeared.  I guess I’m stuck with them.

I told Aloma that I thought I looked like a piccolo player.  At least once a day, I wiggle my fingers at the side of my face like I’m playing a piccolo.  She laughs and says I look handsome.  I laugh and say, “You lie.”

I looked in the mirror again, and said to myself, “I’m only 83.  If I look this way now, what will I look like when I’m old?”

Seasoned Man

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