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By Dave Price
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As a new member of the Over 65 Club, I think everyone younger than me (and that’s a whole lot of people) should come up with a plan to remember things. In fact, I strongly suggest you design that plan as soon as you finish reading this article.
That way, you won’t forget.
Now I know what many of you are saying: I don’t need a plan … my memory will always stay sharp and focused. Well, I felt that way once, too. But I was so much younger then – say like 63 or 64.
Now however, like the Ancient Mariner of the famous Samuel Taylor Coleridge poem or the lone surviving whaler called Ishmael in the classic novel Moby Dick, I have returned to offer you a warning.
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They told me one day I would feel old, but I just refused to believe them.
Age 30. Then 40 – 50 – 60, now 64. Nope, not old.
Grey hair. White hair. Thinning hair. Definitely more hair in my ears and my nose than on the growing bald spot on the back of my head. Still didn’t feel old. Besides, that’s what small scissors are for.
An expanding stomach. Creaking bones. Getting up at night to pee. Still no significant difference.
Hey, I thought, maybe I’m impervious to aging and its supposed ravagings.
But then today all that changed.
I had to face the fact that maybe I really am old.
What happened, you ask?
Well, I still use bar soap.
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Can a book talk make you hungry?
Well, if it’s the recent food forum featuring noted Atlanta chef and former Top Chef contestant Kevin Gillespie discussing Roy Blount Jr.’s new book Save Room for Pie: Food Songs and Chewy Ruminations with the author, the answer is yes.
If you’re not familiar with Blount or his work, think the regional wit of Mark Twain or a more historical, but none-the less hysterical Dave Barry.
The discussion was held in Blount’s hometown of Decatur, Georgia, where Gillespie operates Revival, one of his two wildly popular Atlanta-area restaurants.