A stewardess was the first one to really let me know I was getting older. Linda and I were getting settled on a flight and bantering back and forth when the young stewardess stopped and said something. My wife joked about me being old – Linda’s around my age, so she can make comments like that. The stewardess tried to make me feel better. She smiled sweetly at me, looked at Linda and said, “why I bet he was quite a guy in his day.”
IN MY DAY?
I felt like I’d died and somehow missed the memo telling me my presence was no longer required on earth.
Then the truth sunk in. The stewardess was probably 40 years younger than me. Forty years – that’s 10 presidential administrations. Suddenly, I missed my youth.
Funny, I never thought I’d be nostalgic for the days of Tricky Dickey Nixon but as you get older, I guess you tend to revisit a lot of assumptions.