Today Gabe is wearing blue sunglasses, a maroon sweatshirt, a green jacket, khaki pants, and brown shoes.
“Boy we sure are reminiscing today, aren’t we?”
“Well. What else are we supposed to do? We’re old guys.”
A group of self-proclaimed old guys sitting in a coffee shop in my little hometown in Illinois were talking about the best place to buy a hot dog in town when they were all dating their wives. It was boring and endearing.
I just flew back to Seattle from my undisclosed hometown location and boy are my arms tired.