The Old Coot has a PHD.
By Merlin Lessler
Pay attention! Class is in session at “Old Man” School. I
first noticed it when I was a kid, at the YMCA: old guys limping around,
leaning against the wall to pull on their socks, sitting down to slip into
their pants, grabbing the handrail to pull themselves up the stairs. I thought
it was funny. Then, thirty years later, when I was in my forties and rejoined
the Y, the same old guys were still there, still bending, stooping and
shuffling around. This time I paid attention. I realized the techniques on how
to dress, and how to get around in an old body, would come in handy.
My back was out of whack at the time, from showing the
neighborhood kids how to do a running flip in the back yard. It was caused by a
condition that affects men when they hit mid life and try to prove the aging
process hasn’t affected them. They do stupid things. Stuff, like my flip in the
back yard. I joined in with the old guys; I enrolled in Old Man School. I
leaned against the wall with the best of them, to get into my socks. I sat down
to get a foot into a pant leg and I used the handrail to climb the stairs. I
was an old coot in training.
My back healed and I got better. And smarter. I started
paying more attention to the techniques used by old guys. I earned my Bachelors
Degree, my Masters and now have a PHD and a full professorship at Old Man
University. Our classes are free; all you have to do is pay attention as we
move around in your world. We’ll show you how to get in and out of a car by
pushing on the roof with your hand, crouching down, backing in, using the
steering wheel as a fulcrum. Getting out is easier; we drop to the pavement and
pull ourselves up using the door handle and the mirror.
We’ll teach you how to turn a slight hearing deficiency into
a valuable asset. (“Sorry honey, I didn’t hear you ask me to save that last
piece of apple pie.”) The same thing with memory lapses, (“Sorry dear, I forgot
to bring in the groceries from the car.”) The memory thing can pay big dividends.
So can the art of asking for senior discounts. For anything! Just ask; you
never know? Better get started; it took me 30 years of study to get where I am.
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