One of the things that is good about old age is that you are forced to confront the brutal truth that the universe doesn't revolve around your own ego, which in fact, will soon be gone. Freed of that delusion, you can pay more attention to other people in the world. Sometimes these people have remarkable and admirable qualities that deserve more notice and praise. For instance, my camping neighbor. Normally I am resentful towards camping neighbors. I dreaded the coming conversation with this oldster. You know how it goes: endless, long-winded anecdotes, told with irrelevant details. Sometimes a single anecdote can turn into a 10 minute soliloquy that bores the listener to death. Then they forget many of the details and hold things up even more. But this guy had none of those faults. He had many anecdotes that fit into the topic of conversation -- and it did feel like a conversation because his story only lasted three sentences...
Occupation of Independence
Early retirement, mainstream-media-free, bicycling, classic books & history, RV camping, and dogs.