I had to get a cane. My knee has turned into rice krispies. Snap, Crackle and Pop. That’s what happens, when you get elderly. So what’s next?
They claim that memory goes. Short term memory. You can remember stuff that happened 30 years ago, but not what you had for dinner last night. Geez. I didn’t have dinner last night. I had 4 beers and forgot to eat.
Looking back, 30 years ago, does anyone really care what happened? That was in 1980. Well, I can recall living in Nebraska, and hearing the tornado sirens going off frequently. And I would high tail it for the first floor, with a 6 pack and a carton of cigs. I lived in an apartment. And whenever the tenants came in, I would have to move off the stairs to let them by. They didn’t seem to care if the sirens were howling.
The tornado never did get me. At least I don’t think it did. I drank too many beers on those stairs to really care…. Or remember.
I really didn’t like Nebraska. It was land locked. No lakes. Well, they had a man made lake. Or that’s what they called it. I would take a drive up there and see people paddle boating around that little so called lake and laugh. You see, I came from Minnesota. We didn’t have to make our own lakes. They were just there.
Then I moved to New Jersey. Don’t ask me why. In Nebraska, they called it moving out East. Well, at least New Jersey had trees. I was so happy to see the trees, that I would tell everyone, “Wow! Look at the trees.” They thought I was nuts, back then, in New Jersey. They didn’t realize that I had lived in a state with corn fields and cows. Trees were cut down to allow for more farm land.
After a few years in New Jersey, I realized that to live there, you had to be either rich or nuts. So I moved back to Minnesota. But it was too damn cold. I moved to Iowa, and guess what? The trees were gone and the tornadoes were back. So I moved to Pennsylvania. And now my knee is shot.
Now, I have a cane. No more tornadoes. No more brutal cold weather. But I can’t understand a word these Pennsylvania Dutch say. So, is there a best place to live? I guess I need to move back to Minnesota.
Ya, you betcha.
At least I can relate to that.