Old Age is Hell .....

I struck out twice last night. My wife Marilyn and I at dinner at a local family restaurant, TJ's.

While eating, an older gentleman walked by the table, gave me one of those "knowing" looks and walked on. "OH, WHO WAS IT?" .... I think it was Bill Colville, who I have not seen in probably 30 years. When he retired, he became a park ranger or something, somewhere, but this had to be him.

I asked my wife to check him out, she was sure it was him.

So, I got up and walked to the front, tapped him on the arm, and with a smile on my face of, recognition, "Aren't you Bill Colville?"

"No, I'm not from around here."

Strike out ONE.

Then, when we were about done eating, I looked over at a couple who was finishing up also, and it had to be old Dick Odor. Aged some, but it had to be him.

As they walked by, I extended my hand, he shook it, told me that his memory was not so good, so I told him, "I'm Joe Dooley, I used to work part time for you when you were at the clothing store."

Well, his wife told us that this was not Dick Odor, gave us some other name. We talked with them for about fifteen minutes, had a lot of mutual friends and acquaintenances, but this was not Dick.

He looked like Dick and talked like Dick, the other guy looked and talked like Bill Colville.

So, I got to wondering if all these folks were having .... well you know, some of those senior moments .... and forgot who they were, or didn't remember. If you look like Dick Odor and talk like Dick Odor, you must be Dick Odor, but this guy and his wife did not know that.

OR

I could not have been wrong on both counts, I don't think, well, maybe ......

We have one friend, who has Alzheimers, now living with his ex-wife, who also has it, and I guess they have forgotten all of the past .... worked out well for them ....

Old age is hell ....