Confessions of an Aging Homicide

I don't like losing my cool! I like the idea of being "cool" but the Last Quarter has its sensitivities, too. Oh! The fact that the grandkids just seem naturally drawn to M, the Grannie? I got that. The matter of GuntherDog the Rescue Hound who would prefer a woman cat-burgler to his loving and Dear Old Dad? I can live with that. But when an Overtimer came after me at a meeting last night, even though it was just as I expected, I ripped through him like a table saw rips throug a 1x6. Mea Maxima Culpa .... What happened to "Take an Old Geezer to Lunch" and all that. Ah!  ..................................... He's an aging physician and his web-presence says he has 67 years of experience and I don't think that means since he began loading his diaper. Maybe he started, again. No. 67 + years to finish K thru Med School and you have maybe no more than 90 years. He musta been a smart little kid and, truth be told, I like him ......................Oh! And  I am averse to killing people but not opposed to reveling in the thought. ..........................  ............................. I admit it. I'm becoming protective of some of the ideas I've written about. You may get it: the Last Quarter is serious. You don't get to go back to the Locker Room and redesign plays. So that, for instance, what you've done (in my case thought and written and played out) is generally not repeatable. M and I married in 1965 ... no encore performance for that. And the kids? Kookla, Fran and Ollie? Too late to return them. Even those who support second trimester abortions would look askance at getting rid of a 47 year old. ......................................... But, apparently, when someone uses the argument: "You came to different conclusions than I and my colleagues did, so you're wrong" and says it so that it almost sounds reasonable, Ole Howard draws his sword and heads off to the Battle of the Bulging Men. ................................ Oh! I feel a little better. This is the first time I've used these Bloggy Blathers as a confessional: Pater Noster qui est in Caelum ... Avinu she'ba'Shamayim .... Our Father who art in Heaven ... Avuha di'bi'Shmaya .... I have sinned. I struck out (even if not gratuitously, my Lord) against an Old Man because of my pride and -- dammit -- because of  his mental sloth! ............................... THINK I'LL HIT HIM, AGAIN!
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I do feel better, now! I needed that!