Tuesday, May. 24, 2005
Dear Diary:

The liter of red wine my buddy Eddie and I ordered with our lunch was too much.

He looked around the deck of the Vermont restaurant where we were eating and not far from us was an elderly couple. They were more than a little startled when he handed them the rest of our carafe, but then Eddie has never been one to stand on ceremony.

Just before we were going to leave, the man stopped by our table to say thank you. He asked us where we were from and when we said Canada, he reminisced about his career which had brought him to my country for several years.

And then because maybe he'd drunk a little bit too much wine, or maybe because it's spring, the man told us that he had been married 60 years but his wife had died. He was 87. The woman he was with at lunch was half of a couple with whom he and his wife had played cards for years. She had lost her life partner, too.

I was bracing myself to murmur something sympathetic when he turned to look at her. The glance she exchanged with him, the way their faces lit up, well, it said everything.

"She takes care of me," he said and it was the tenderness more than the words that struck me.

In theory I realize that the heart does not come with a "Best Before" date. But you know, it's one thing to hold a theory and it's a whole other thing to see two elderly people incandescent with shiny new truly madly deeply love. After all, they're old and omigawd shouldn't they be quietly rusting away in a nursing home somewhere?

Aren't romantic lunches and tender glances for the young?

Shouldn't people act their age? Huh? HUH?

My thoughts, exactly.

Mark my words: next thing you know, women in their 50's are going to start showing up at gyms, pounding their chests and making territorial gorilla sounds.

Scary times, people, scary times.

--Marn

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Goal for 2005: 1,250 miles - 2000 kilometers


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