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This morning on the way to work, my mom and I passed a sign advertising Bingo events for seniors. Now, I hate social gatherings, and people usually bore and/or annoy me. But I found myself with an intense desire to register for seniors' Bingo night (or morning, probably). Of course, this could be because I'm 82 years old. Or, perhaps, I'm just really excited about the idea of sitting down with a tape recorder and a camera and simply documenting the histories of people I've never met. I wanted to tell little old ladies that they looked exquisite and actually mean the words I said. I wanted to cheer excitedly when Gertrude won for the third time that week. I wanted to listen to John and Ed talk excitedly about the old days while their wives sat by and rolled their sparkly little eyes.

It might sound silly, but I was happily lost in this daydream for most of the morning. And then, as if Fate had heard the wishes of my heart, an old man stopped by the church office. He started off with the Batman / ribbon joke and transitioned seamlessly into a tale about Normandy. (War stories! How did he know? I love a good war story. Or even a bad war story.)

Here comes the troubling part. I woke up this morning at 5 a.m., as you might have read in the previous entry. I didn't die. I then had pleasant thoughts about interacting with other human beings. And I still didn't die. But a bug did bite me on the lip yesterday (okay fine, it was today, but that doesn't fit the storyline as well), which seems to me like sufficient proof that I am morphing into my own archnemesis — a morning person and a people person ALL ROLLED INTO ONE. Next thing you know, I'll be hosting a show with Regis and playing Scrabulous with Oprah on Facebook. You've been warned.

chris

chris

Nope. Scrabulous is, at this point in time, non-functioning goods. Which, judging by the post-date of this post, you'd be excused for not knowing. ;)

Joel

Joel

I always got along great with the old folks. They're so much fun to be around, so much more sincere than young people, and oftentimes happier. At least, the current crop of old folks seems that way to me.

this is a great post.

Gilligan

Gilligan

Heh, Oh that's quite all right. Old people are great, and if you turn into a people person by yourself, I won't have to drag you out of your cave kicking and screaming. You may just be down to the screaming part. :-p

seven

seven

I love old people... I wouldn't go so far as to play Bingo, but the recording stories idea sounds like a great one.

Blindsquirrel

Blindsquirrel

In The Bible According to Mark Twain, there is a story about how Adam's children implored him to tell them about Eden. He always told them to ask him later. When he was finally ready to tell the stories about Eden he, himself, had forgotten what it was like and was unable to tell them about it. Whenever I hear of young people recording the histories of the elderly I think of this story...

Michael

Michael

I totally want to make a documentary about old people now. I love you.

susan m

susan m

Anytime you see a woman over age 45, tell her she looks great. Tell her that her shoes are cute, or she has lovely eyes, or that blouse goes great with her hair. I guarantee you will lift her spirits and totally make her day. Women over 45 don't get to hear those things very often.

Tell it to a woman who's over 65, and she will radiate enough positive energy to power all of Chicago for a week.