maybe i'm too paranoid. living around the elderly.

[boom]

there is no doubt, my wife and i are the youngest in my culdesac. everyone is in their golden years.

a long time i ago, in college, when i was living with my brother, the man across the street was so old. very feeble. i was kinda selfish..i would do tiny things like pull out his garbage..but not much. i decided to make a change. i befriended him. he was so cool, had old photos, great stories. he died one week to the day, after we started to hang out. it was crushing.

i vowed to keep a better eye out on neighbors..well, little did i know i was gonna move into a neighbor hood with people that probably voted for Eisenhower!

well this morning, i took some lady a few doors down, some of my green chili chicken soup. (the bomb!)..no answer to the door. her dog was whining and scratching at the door. i envisioned Lassie trying to save Timmy and ran to the neighbor and got the spare key. my neighbor was a cop from the Eisenhower era and he got on a coat and came with me. we found the old lady sitting in the backyard trying to catch her breath bringing in a space heater. wtf? i hugged her, admonished her..she has my number for heavy lifting. she was so cool..glad she didnt meet me with a .45.

i left her my soup, some orange juice..and left. i told her i will be back to pull out her garbage cans.

she said, "nah, i got it" hahha..that lady is gonna scare me to death. and the old cop guy!! i catch him pruning trees, and doing crazy stuff..he only has 1.5 lungs..and he is like 80!

damn..picked the wrong neighborhood to quit drinking in...

 

[boom]

the 80 year old ex cop bought a new .40 sig sauer for himself for his 80th. he went to the cop range to renew his concealed carry permit. he shot the tiniest group! the man is a badass. he wants to go shooting with me. it will be embarrassing for me. haha.

i kinda like hanging with the elderly.

 

[ssliger]

I manage a respiratory company and deal with seniors every day. I love it. I have made many friends. The sad part is when I loose them.

 

[Hardstalk]

Lots to learn from the ole timers. Hard part is learning the same story, over and over and over. occasionally you get a new one though.

My great grandmothers last words to me while she was in a hospice. " Andrew, NO SLUTS!" she died a couple hours later.

My wifes grandfathers words when he first saw our "fixer upper" home. " Burn it down son!"

Ahh the wisdom!

 

[robby denning]

funny stuff Hardstalk. My dad's not quite a senior and when ever he sees several old timers chatting he says "see those old guys over there lying to each other? That'll be me soon."

 

[Zbowman1]

Boom, I no exactly were you are coming from. A couple of years ago I when I was guiding fishing trips in Alaska I befriended one of are older float plane Pilots. The guy lived in Oregon not to fair from me in Lewiston. Really nice guy and the stories!!! Well before the end of fishing season he invited me to do a late season whitetail hunt in the Idaho mountains in November. I excepted and we made plans.

So push on a couple of years and we still to the hunt together. I am by fair the youngest guy in are camp (33) and the next youngest is (67). The hunting is normally not the greatest and I am responsible for all of the setup and tear down and with a pregnant wife at home its more of a pain then its worth but I am so scared that if I don't go one of these guys is going to do something and die. For instance, LOL. Right now as I type this one of these guy's is at camp, that I set up last weekend, by himself after going though 2 bout's of cancer/chemo this year and has a partially collapse lung and weigh's about 90 pounds. I had to run home and work a couple of days this week and won't get back up there until Wednesday night. I am giving it a 50/50 chance I find him.... well god forbid, not breathing, and froze sold as a ice cube.

 

[pyroducksx3]

I'm fortunate enough to meet many cool people in my daily duties. We just lost this great man http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_D._Hawk and another guy we go on sometimes was a spy during the Cold War i think and has all these vague awards on his wall from CIA. Its amazing the amount of history you can learn and stories you hear in a short ride to the hospital.

 

[crumy]

Boom.. I needed a good laugh and your first post made my day. I will share my story with you. When in Ohio, I moved into an older farming community just outside of Columbus where my mom grew up.. So I had a lot of family there. I was constantly doing stuff for friends of the family. Same type of stuff as you; triming trees, moving stuff, etc.... One old guy had to be late 70s was literally tearing down a barn. Cutting posts and pulling it with a tractor. I started helping him and asked him if he wasn't afraid it would fall on him. He told me that he was not worried a bit. He told me that the secret to not having stuff fall you is you "Don't stand where the sh#t is falling." <sound advice>

The other cool thing about hanging out with these people is that they knew my grandpa. I guess I looked a lot like him at my age so we would sit around the coffee shop on Saturday and they would tell stories about him. Those stories are the coolest.