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Proud of a well and long traveled road

A Senior View

(Updated: Thursday, September 02, 2010, 12:00 AM)

I hope those of you who have been reading my column over the years know of my propensity for boasting about my granddaughters, If I diverge for a moment to view some of the less salutatory aspects of "grandpahood."

So, how about that often asked question: Is my memory failing? Or am I just becoming less interested?

Is my mind editing it's influx and discarding the superfluous data that floods our lives and only filing the pertinent?

Like..."Mrs. Bumstead died yesterday."

"Oh."

"You remember her, don't you? She was the second wife of the guy who used to wack our weeds. She's been suffering from terminal dandruff and always wore a wig."

"No, I don't remember."

"Gosh, your memory is really failing."

"Oh, yeah, poor me."

Or...

"I caught grandpa reading playboy the other day."

"I wonder why?"

Or how about this one...

"Grandpa fell the other day and on the way down, he forgot where he was going."

"Yeah, well, he's still reading that playboy, too."

"The old goat."

I'd say, "Give me a break," but I'm afraid that might involve greasing the bottoms of my walker.

But wait, all is not gloomy. Two of my granddaughters call me "Grandpa Darling" and the other day I overheard my wife saying something nice about me, to a neighbor, but I forgot what it was.

Old what's his name says: "Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me. I want people to know why I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.