I got brought into reality just an hour ago about how old I REALLY am.
We had a big snowstorm last night, 15 inches of snow, and the roads are a nightmare. I was going down to the store this morning to pick up some things...our hill was it's usual bobsled run, and as I got to the bottom with only 100 feet of skid marks I saw an accident in the making.

I'm at a stop light that is green for me and a GMC SUV is stopped at the red light. Coming up behind this car is another, going way to fast. Oh boy, accident in the making.

Bam!!!! Rear ender. The GMC has minor damage, but the other car has its' hood up into the windshield and left front tire at some odd angle that I'm guessing its' not suppossed to be. Several of us that saw this stop and run over to see if everyone is all right. Fine...no injuries.

The sheriff's officers arrive within minutes and one of them asks who saw the accident. Doing my civic duty I said I did. The deputy calls me over to his car and jeez, it's an old boyfriend of one of our daughters.

Deputy John: "Bob, what did you see happen?"

Honest citizen Bob: "This old guy in the blue car was going way to fast for conditions. He didn't hit his brakes until it was too late."

Deputy John: "Okay, we can measure the skid marks on the ice. He's got studded tires and there's a clear path of marks on the ice. And, how come you say he's old."

Bob: "He's got gray hair and look at him.....he's old."

Deputy Smart-Ass: "He's 63 Bob. What are you? 70?"

Bob: "I'm ALMOST 70. Won't hit that magic number until April."

Deputy..now laughing: "My mother used to call everyone that had gray hair and looked old 'old', even if they were 20 years younger than her. Guess it goes with the territory."

So...how many of you out there have parents, or even yourselves, that call others your age or close to it OLD? I find myself doing it more and more. Yes, I'm almost 70 but look about 55, act like 15 and think like a 12 year old.....all according to my wife and kids.

Age is all in the mind.

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Anyone over 25 is older than dirt

which is me in 2 years

Well, you know you've reached 40 when everything either hurts or it itches.

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This morning I tried to straighten out the wrinkles in my socks.....I wasn't wearing any.

Vikes....that means your are really, really old. Do you remember Fran Tarkenton? Or my old roommate from college, Terry Dillon? Played for the Vikes for one year in the mid 60's then died in a construction accident in Missoula.

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Remember Fran?
He was da man!!!

Do not recollect your old college roommate Terry Dillon, sorry about you loss there Bob.
I see that he played in 63, that was a touch before my time...my dad to me to my first Vikings game in 65.

Vikes..Terry Dillon played with me for two years at Montana. He was a great running back and defensive back, (we played both ways back then) and played in the 1962 East-West Shrine Game. He was drafted by the Vikings and played one year as defensive back, then came back to Missoula to work on the construction of I-90, and fell off a bridge just west of Missoula that summer. His body was found three weeks later about 5 miles downstream.

He was engaged to a beautiful girl at the time, and I remember that I and another player from the team spent several hours with her and her parents trying our best to help her coupe with what happened.

I still think of all the times he saved me from having to punt deep in our own territory, and especially the time he told me to run on a fake punt....I scored my only collegiant TD on the play....as he noticed that the defense was always pulling all linemen out when we punted. I went 55 yards untouched on that fake.

Number 22 is in my Hall of Fame.

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And you wonder why I call you a dumbass? Fran Tarkenton - run around behind the line of scrimmage like a jackass and then chuck up some quail. Lucky he had Foreman to hand the ball off to.

As for the age thing - I'm 44 now and can still work like a man in his twenties. Age is a relative thing.

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That's because your generation has twice the work ethic of mine.

I don't know about that, we just grew up differently. We played outside all day instead of playing video games. There weren't too many fat kids in my day. The world is a lot more automated today then 30 years ago.

I took my kids sledding a couple of weekends ago. Three times down the hill and they were ready to go home cause they were tired walking up the hill. I told them the only thing that made us go in the house was being cold.

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