How I Met Mr Aging

I never saw him coming nor did I feel his shadowy presence. Not to mention that no one informed me of his visitation. Not all 'bang bangs' are created equal with bells and whistles. Clueless, it was simply me and him, head-on and face to face. How was I supposed to know, having never met him before? Oh, I had heard of him and that I would no doubt meet him 'someday'. But 'someday' is a very long time, especially when you are busy with life. I knew others who had befriended him, but not many people I knew liked him. Anyway, I was looking forward to meeting him "someday" with the understanding that my life did not have to be radically changed by him. I had places to go and things to do and no time for 'Mr. Aging' to creep up on me. Anyway, he never called, emailed, texted, or informed me in any kind of way that he was intent on paying me a visit for the very first time. So it's no wonder I was surprised when he just showed up at my kitchen table as I was reading a roadmap. That's right, Mr. Aging just showed up unannounced one day and said in his own quiet way, "Hello, these eyes I've had for some 49 years can use a little help because the print is too small to see". It was Mr. Aging speaking to me, and that was the way we met for the very first time. 110519cjFBPoSoupCtest, Strand Select M, Brian Strand. IP