DO ALL OLD PEOPLE THINK THEY'RE NOT?

I'm a little perplexed lately. I really wasn't sure if the sun would come up on Wednesday morning. You know, The Day After. I guess you have to be kinda old to remember that old movie. But Barry OB isn't the only thing that puzzles me these days.

For one: my age. Oh, no, here he goes again. Yeah, you're right. It all started with an additional guy added to our elder board. I, too, thought we needed some younger guys. But when I was lumped into the older guys, I thought, now wait a minute, Pastor. A 40 year old guy with jet black hair. And, as usual, he was right. I just had a memory lapse, or lacked the ability to judge my own age.

It happened again on our BSF small group when one member announced that he was by far the youngest. I thought, well, I'm not sure about that. But, again, I re-thought. You see, he still works, he has high school and college aged kids. Now, I'm 0 for 2.

Yesterday, while reading my old hometown newspaper, I saw in the obits the picture of a guy I'd gone to junior high and junior college with. But I thought to myself,"I guess Carl's dad died." Wrong. It was Carl himself, whom I expected to look the same as when I last saw him.

But maybe it's not an age thing afterall. I remember one time when I first started teaching. I was trying to make a point to a class of high school freshmen and I said something like, "Have you been at a party and someone started talking about Viet Nam?" Heck no I realized when I got no response. So maybe it's a mental thing.

Maybe I should have entitled this entry "Do all dumb people think they're not?