20071223

Three Legs at Evening

by The Old Guy Up Front

First, the kid at the movie, without asking, sold me a senior ticket for Fried Green Tomatoes. Or was it The Silence of the Lambs? You'd think I'd remember 1991. More stuff happened later. Today, having seen No Country for Old Men with my mother-in-law, who repeatedly covered her remaining eye and said "Oh!," I ordered black coffee and the pork plate at Billy Bob's Bar-B-Q. The menu said "Children and Seniors;" however, except for the meat, my portions were no smaller than the young guy's at the next table, who is still, I'm sure, really fat and sweating a lot.

6S

The Old Guy Up Front is retired, still writing, mostly poetry. An appalled Southern Liberal Democrat, he blogs occasionally here.

5 comments:

Bob Jacobs said...

This is a lovely 6S (with a great title). Well done, Old Guy. Please, write some more ... before it's too late.

reynolds said...

So funny! Love it!

Leatherdykeuk said...

I love this snippet, this moment of life.

Madam Z said...

I like the story, but I don't understand the title. But I know it must be "great," because Bob says so. So, "Old Guy," would you please enlighten this dense "Old Gal?"

theoldguy said...

What walks on four legs at
morning, two legs at noon, and three legs at evening (ancient riddle, posed by the sphinx to Oedipus, who answered it correctly) . . .