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