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Getting Old, Becoming Wise

     When we were young, the only wisdom we had was in those teeth at the back of our mouths. That's what's so neat about getting old—we become oh-so-wise, without the teeth. There's nothing we haven't seen or done; we can answer any question, solve any problem. Just have to check in those—what's that word? It's on the tip of my tongue. . . I know it. I use it all the time. I know it.

     That's the problem—our brains are so full of all that information, all those experiences, all that knowledge, all that WISDOM! There's so much stuff up there it's hard to find anything in those. . . those. . . shoot! What is that word? It's wiggling around up there, somewhere in my brain. It'll come to me—don't know when though.

     Anyway, that's another fun thing about getting old: getting to know everything, even if you can't always remember what it is you're remembering. You know it in your bones—those stubborn creaky bones ARCHIVES! That's it! That's the word! What was I saying? Oh yeah, those bones that refuse to pop you up out of your comfy chair like they used to.

     Back to the archives. When we need a particular word we have to search the archives of information stored in our brain. Sorting through all that data takes time, you know, so please bear with us. We're not losing it, honest. It's just all that stuff up there gets kind'a cluttered sometimes.

     Getting back to the wisdom thing—which isn't the same as memory or finding the right word. Getting back to wisdom, we're ready to answer all your questions. We're here to offer sage. . . Oh, no. Not again. Oh, yay! ADVICE! Sage advice. Whew! Got that one!
In case you were wondering—you prob'ly weren't—but anyway, wisdom is defined in Wikipedia as "the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise." That's us! Got a problem? Ask the person with the wrinkly skin—she'll know just what to do and she'll likely have a story to go with it. Most of these stories start with, "When I was your age. . . "

     Do you wonder what it was like, living in the twentieth century, or what was President Reagan like? Ask the guy with the gray hair—be sure there's a comfortable chair nearby. Not for him, he's settled in his own comfy chair, but you're going to need one. The twentieth century lasted a long time and boy! Does this guy have tales to tell!

     With all this wisdom, we never get in trouble. Had enough of that before we started getting old. Good judgement keeps us on the straight and narrow, eating the right foods, going the right places, stopping after the third drink, keeping out of political discussions with someone from the other side. And when that gets too boring, our good judgement leads us to toss it out the window and follow our heart or our pocketbook or drive down to the races or whatever made us tick before we started getting old and too wise for our own good.

     See? We know when to have a good time and if that isn't wise, I don't know what is.

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