Glory Days!

Every once in awhile I succumb to looking at one of those websites featuring a slowly loading slideshow of celebrities that have aged badly. I just miss those AOL dial-up days when you would wait five minutes for a page of anything to load. I think that is why google is so popular. Not so much graphic, song and dance to load.

I digress.

The slideshow should be called, "Aged to less than perfection, but hey they feel pretty good." Those wrinkles, saggy jowls, paunches pale in comparison to the alternative. Dying young is not the panacea for eternal youth.

Ponce de Leon explored Florida for the fountain of youth. He and his men were chased off by the Calusa Indians. Ponce de Leon died from a poison arrow during his last attempt to create a settlement in Florida. The aboriginals were successful but disease from the old world was introduced. He didn't find a fountain of youth.

Further proof there was no fountain of youth, Florida is full of old folks..

Anyway, the one slideshow of "hasbeen" stars was unusual in that it was mostly men. And they looked pretty good to me.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Not that I would want one as a boyfriend. I could use a boyfriend. I miss the older man who carried groceries out at Publix. He was a very kind soul. That is the type of boyfriend I would like. The Publix dude was married. I want a boyfriend free and clear. I don't want a husband in more ways than one.

I don't want someone else's husband and I don't want one of my own. I know how much work those buggers are. Plus they are opinionated and usually conservative. I'm not opinionated. I just know how the world should be.

In other words, I keep my dang mouth shut. They'll be packing me up and shipping me to an old folks home in Florida called the Ponce. Where if you keep telling people what you think, they put something in your tea and you feel like you have died and gone to Jamaica.

To put it short, I am in my Glory Days. It is not those bitter Glory Days described by Bruce Springsteen that my 18 year old sister chided me about when I was the grand age of 28. She was so deep in her youth. I was so close to thirty; it made me mad. I'm so close to 60 now, the lyrics make me laugh.

Those aged rock stars and actors look good. I'd like to hang out with them. I sure as hell don't want to go home with them. Carpal tunnel is no fun. Viagra is not all what it is cracked up to be.

Anyway, have a glorious day. I am.

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  1. Hahaha...you made me laugh about Florida. It's so true. Ponce de Leon didn't find that fountain darn it, but he did give us beautiful St. Augustine so I can't be too mad at him.

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  2. lol still many others places to search for the fountain of youth. Florida is where all the Canadians go in the winter too haha

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