Rodger Pettichord

Welcome to the Coots! Glad to have a Gooney driver with us.

Very impressive. Can hear the water slapping at the dock. Thanks!

Cough, cough, sweat. That's all I have to say about that.

I've been experiencing perfect weather in beautiful surroundings. ...no, wait, that's ORBX. Sorry.

Just had a thought (always a fraught occurrence). What if summer is a dormant time for Old Coots? Kind of like dormice or bears or beetles lay over for a season?

Got to second John's post. Kinda miss everybody.

Congratulations. Did you delay the announcement for so long because you wanted to make sure the fact stuck?

This thread has been dormant for a while. Just to refresh it, I am putting in this emoji for no other reason that that it makes me laugh and I've always wanted to use it.

An added benefit of life in both Australia and New Zealand is that you get to meet all those tourists.

John neglected to say that he also writes some pretty good novels. I've read two of them and enjoyed them. His marbles seem to be still well in place.

teecee's comment makes me think of the generation that was old when we were kids. In my small rural community, we had American Civil War veterans who could compare the old muzzle-loaders with the new cartridge rifles.. My dad fondly remembered his brother's ability to drive a large team of horses or mules before a cargo wagon or a reaper. Our town blacksmith used to swear that the new gas-powered forges weren't half as sensitive as the old (was it charcoal?) versions. Some of the old guys were thrilled to death by the new reel lawn mowers--before that you just let the grass grow until you could cut it by scythe.And so forth. Why, I'd have to say that nostalgia isn't half as poignant today as it was back then.

GOT 'EM ALL, KEN. SHOULD WE BE PROUD---OR SOBERED?

John. Thanks. Off to Kindle I go. Dale and Gypsy--couldn't agree more!

Hi John. Thanks for asking. Two friends and I wrote our first novel just for the fun of it. We sent it out one chapter at a time to friends. It followed a covert unit of B-25 crews through the major events of the war. Right now, we are nine chapters into a second novel that follows the same crews into the Cold War, this time flying a variety of planes in a variety of Cold War settings. Lots of fun for us, and our friends like it--kind of like enjoying the old Saturday Matinee movie series where each month you get a new episode. Fair is fair---tell us about your books!

olderndirt, people of a certain deterioration are sometimes said to "have gone off to meet Demi [Demmi]. that is, dementia. Not to be confused with Demi the lovely actress.

God speed.John

John, good memory! My wife and I got married in the school's student union building and went out for pizza afterwards.Honeymoon was at the New Jersey shore during a blizzard that closed everything, including grocery stores and restaurants. We had crackers and cheese for two days. Wouldn't change a minute of it. But yours sound nicer

John, you had a royal wedding?

JohnY not to worry. We've got each others' backs here.

Thanks, Nick.

So what other freebies come with just being old? Parking stickers for us who are slowed up. Here in the USA, the Dennys Restaurant chain gives a 15% discount, as do a number of other businesses. Sometimes preferential boarding at the aircraft gate. Some senior housing options. Others?

I'd be afraid to run away. They might not take me back.

Having said this to his she who must be obeyed, Triplane is requesting medical leave from this forum until he recovers.

An update on my doctor visit for which I had memorized the three standard "memory check" words. The dirty rat changed the words!

Teecee, could not agree more. My problem is that the memories of youth are all too often embarrassing, cringe-worthy, or reprehensible. So if I'm going to brag at all, it has to be recent stuff. But then nowadays there's hardly much to brag about. Let's see--oh, this morning I scored the last biscuit before my grandson could reach it. Yesterday, I managed to understand four out of the sixteen words a young clerk rattled off at the grocery store. At church on Sunday, I remembered to cover my mouth just after I sneezed and blew askew the widow's wig in the pew in front of ours. How about this?...Tomorrow, I will go to an annual doctor's appointment at which as a dementia check I will be asked to remember the words "banana," "chair," and "sunset." I will remember them because I wrote them down after last year's standardized test and have been practicing all year. I guess I could brag about being one sneaky old dude when it comes to staying one step ahead of the doctor.