You know you are getting old when................................
...............the potential client calls to say he needs a small tract cut off of an aliquot part of the section fifteen miles from your house and you say, "Sure. That's the old Marion Mintz place." He says but my parents bought it from the Wrestler's. "Yes. The Wrestler's bought it at an auction in 2005 to benefit the Greve family and I surveyed the entire property at the time. But, Greve bought it from Marion Mintz. I sold him a couple of loads of little square bales of hay back in the 1980's and put it in that barn. The same barn where Mr. XXXXXXXXXXX hung himself."
Landed the job.
........you are doing a job for someone and you can remember at least one of their great-great grandparents, if not several. In most such cases I know more about their ancestry than they do, by far.
You are in a meeting with an engineer, you had been working with his farther who you think of as this young kid. His grand farther iwas running a large farm where you spent a lot of time laying out pivots and pipelines. You dont think of senior as old at all. Where does the time go.
What I dislike is seeing all of these bald heads and graying hair of the "kids" who were my kids classmates. That's not right!!
Mrs. Cow began teaching high school in the Fall of 1983. Those who were Seniors that first year are turning 55 years old. Now she teaches Seventh and Eighth Grade English Language Arts. She has had quite a few grandchildren of her former students as her students, not to mention all the children of the former students. Four of the seven school board members are former students.
My attention was called this week to two videos with Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead. I've been aware of them since the American Beauty album, but never a deadhead.
Hard to realize these are of the same person. In the first he looks a little older than a college student. In the second he is an old old man.
Woah-ho what I want to know
Where does the time go?