more thoughts of old men i meet…during, well after really, this spring’s big snowstorm i was out and about and i spoke with this old man standing on the corner of a snowdrifted intersection downtown…he was full of stories about his youth, the war (his war), women, family…he spoke non-stop, he was happy to have someone listen…by telling all this stuff now, what will i have to talk about when i’m 70?

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