A hat doesn’t make me cool, but it feels good, like giving the finger to the people who forget that some old people get old. Nuts to all of them.
Bud doesn’t like an intense sun on him, but he always finds the sun in the house.
Photos of me and Fate taken by Maria.
I like your hat Jon! My granddaughter told me…Gramma you’re not old, you’re seasoned, like a good salsa or stew. It made me smile, and I guess we are seasoned since we older folks have been around the block a time or two. Thank you for all the beauty and honesty you share on your blog. I look forward to reading it each day. Your friend, Josie
Best hat, ever! And, I think our generation is, for the most part, ‘cool old’. I think back to my mom when she was my age (74) and she was not cool…very reserved as her generation was taught to be. But, she was cool enough to be talked into letting my best friend and me go off to Woodstock the summer of ’69, our high school graduation year. For that, I will ever be thankful.