I came across this note from the spring of 2016. Not much has changed.

“It was a geezer breakfast!

1. Average age; 70-plus – check.
2. Aches and pains chronicled in excruciating detail – check.
3. Mutual acquaintances in the medical profession established and marveled over – check.
4. Flirting with the married, mother-of-two waitress – check.
5. Head shaking over the attention span (or alleged lack thereof) of anyone younger than 50 – check.
6. Joe Gatton and Walter Tunis stories exchanged and enlarged upon – check.
7. Re-validation of the miracle of baseball – check.
8. Conundrums of the 2016 presidential race and various other problems of the world solved – check.

So what made this geezer breakfast a bit different?

The three geezers breakfasting have probably been involved in over 250 theatrical productions in the Lexington area and yet have only worked in the same show once. How, oh how is this possible and (more important to my selfish interests) how can it be remedied?

By the way, for the record;

I’m younger than some of the trio, my back’s OK (knock on wood), I only knew one of the doctors discussed, the waitress was patient and bored, I know at least two whippersnappers who actually read books, I’m saving my Gatton and Tunis tales for my tell-all book (unless useful payments are sent to a PO box number I will provide), I will watch the Reds this year even if they suck, and as for the problems of the world……..my omelet was spot on!

I’m good.”

Follow up note –

Since this exercise, I’ve met about fifty (truly…fifty!) millennials who I’m convinced can make America great again, or at least make America sing again which is almost as good.