hon o r a b l e m e n t i o n The Old Man Some has been, moth ball smelling, big story telling, old timer bumped into me as I was walking past the local hardware store on Main Street. He didn’t even attempt to apologize. Instead, he turned his head over his shoulder, gave me a dismissive look and continued on his way. Such impertinence! I would have expected a similar
reaction from one 30 years his younger,
but not from this relic from a past age.
I couldn’t let this slight go unchecked. Despite
Here I was, young, virile and full of piss and
judgment, I turned and yelled
“HEY, why don’t you watch where you’re
going old man?”
I felt instant regret.
What match would the old man be for my brawn
Surprisingly, the old goat about-faced,
gave me a challenging look, and then exclaimed
“DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?,” with
“Why should I care?,” I retorted.
My comment only stoked his fire, and he
towards me looking as if he truly intended to
engage in fisticuffs.
I shamefully admit that I struck first. My
him squarely on the jaw. It barely fazed him.
He hit me with a left hook that brought
tears to my eyes
and almost took me down.
His baleful looks became more intense as
My punches were ineffective,
we brawled, and his eyes
danced with ferocity. It was as if his disdain
for my vigor
was sucking the very life force out of me.
and I could do him no more harm if I were
with a pillow.
His punches were hammer blows. My knees
with the pounding that I was taking.
I wrapped my arms around him out of
like a boxer who has no gas left in the tank.
We grappled, yet he continued to rain
after blow on my head and body. We drew
I expected to hear comments like “leave
that old man alone!,”
and “why don’t you pick on somebody
your own age?,” at any moment.
“Can’t you see that I am losing?,” I was
ready to let fly in response.