The Old Coot has sixty kids?
I’m an old coot; my children are grown out in the world, and every so often I find myself ruminating in my head, or looking…
Opinion
The Old Coot has gone to the dogs
I visited the dog park at Hickories Park the other day. I’ve been going to the main part of the park since 1986, to jog, walk,…
The Old Coot is out of line
I was in a crowded deli the other day. It could have been a coffee house or a fast food restaurant; they are all about…
The Old Coot is singing a new tune
I noticed something the other day as I was walking down a set of stairs from a third floor to ground level. I’ve walked this…
An Old Coot can kill a conversation
An internal GPS mechanism in your body turns on and begins to urge you to a warmer climate when you get your first Social Security…
The Old Coot needs a good turn
There is so much to learn about getting old – almost as much as it takes to get from childhood to adulthood. The hardest part,…
The Old Coot’s cars are defective
My wife and I own two defective cars. They both have the same defect – NO HOOD ORNAMENT. One, has an additional defect – NO…
The Old Coot wants ‘tip’ credit
You get in line at the counter in a coffee shop, a deli or a pizza parlor; the first thing you notice is the tip…
The Old Coot is greeting challenged
How are you? How are you doing? How have you been? What’s new? What’s up? This is how we greet each other. Sometimes we keep…
The Old Coot says we’re buried in stuff
Stuff! Way too much stuff! How did we get here? Our homes are overflowing. Our attics are filled to the rafters. Our cars won’t fit…