Southern Indiana Living - Sept / Oct 2022
Southern Indiana Living Magazine - September / October 2022 Issue
Southern Indiana Living Magazine - September / October 2022 Issue
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A Note to Baby Boomers<br />
One way to feel younger is to<br />
hang out with people older.<br />
Hey, I’ll take it.<br />
Older people need<br />
someone who will listen about their<br />
sore knees, their cable bills, their hearing<br />
aid batteries, grandkids who text<br />
instead of call and lifelong friends<br />
whose funerals were last week.<br />
I listened for a living. I can listen<br />
with the best of them. If only I was as<br />
good at stopping the toilet from running.<br />
I settle into a stage in which<br />
young feels a fading memory but old<br />
still seems more foe than friend. So<br />
when not fighting, I nod. I sympathize.<br />
My day comes, I realize, when<br />
still more of me wears out. Already I<br />
polish my own collection of stop-thepresses<br />
grievances should some sap a<br />
generation behind me be up, yes, to<br />
hearing about it.<br />
Not only is the future a four-letter<br />
word. Today can boggle, as well.<br />
I will plug in my next car alongside<br />
the toaster? Do I get that channel? Do<br />
I want to?<br />
Did I really pay $80 for a steak?<br />
Is peeing every other hour normal?<br />
Listening?<br />
Grab hold of aging, we hear.<br />
Stare it down. Stay active, keep moving.<br />
Remain informed, be useful.<br />
Don’t act our ages. Don’t die before<br />
death. All fair and all easier said than<br />
done.<br />
Every week or two this past<br />
spring, the wind blew like <strong>Southern</strong><br />
<strong>Indiana</strong> is a barrier island. Biggerthan-big<br />
limbs fell at our place. My<br />
house is among this area’s oldest.<br />
No surprise, then, so are too<br />
many of the trees. Like writers and<br />
the elderly company they keep, trees<br />
do not live forever, storms or no<br />
storms. I cannot expect otherwise.<br />
Like there is no point in wishing<br />
my father, or his father, or someone<br />
else near and dear had taught me<br />
how to cope with trees that, with a<br />
whoosh, go horizontal. Handiness<br />
swims nowhere near the Moss gene<br />
pool.<br />
In other words, I could today<br />
buy a chainsaw. Then tomorrow I<br />
could buy a prosthetic hand.<br />
Instead, a friend heeded my plea<br />
and, without so much as a sweat,<br />
sawed big pieces into ones little<br />
enough for the street department to<br />
haul away. Such is heroism as I define<br />
it these days.<br />
No action in Washington, or <strong>Indiana</strong>polis,<br />
matters more than common<br />
courtesies we can give and receive<br />
and occasionally actually do. So<br />
if listening to whines and whims of<br />
people a decade or two my senior is<br />
all it takes, I’m game.<br />
Just keep your politics to yourself.<br />
Our local public library needs<br />
board-of-directors members, like do a<br />
nearby cemetery and a park. I can do<br />
stuff like that – more than decently –<br />
so I do stuff like that.<br />
Requiring only one bottle of<br />
shampoo per year is not my only<br />
strength.<br />
A neighbor shares his vegetable<br />
garden with us. That, too, is good, in<br />
more ways than one. A childhood pal<br />
occasionally has the old gang over<br />
for grilled goodies and strolls down<br />
memory lane. I enjoy not only every<br />
bite but every story.<br />
It’s funny, though, those gettogethers.<br />
We end up talking about<br />
what’s ahead. We prove that fun is<br />
not finite; more is there for the taking.<br />
One guy, whom I never would have<br />
guessed would leave our hometown,<br />
just returned from Portugal.<br />
Tell me more about these group<br />
tours you take, my host asked me.<br />
Time’s a wasting.<br />
Before we know it, I reply, we<br />
will be old as in too old. So go. Do. I<br />
know some terrific dog watchers. You<br />
don’t even need to bring me back a<br />
T-shirt.<br />
Actually, I’m more into coffee<br />
mugs.<br />
Food sticks between my teeth.<br />
Why? Teeth spread out over time.<br />
Losing weight is more difficult, staying<br />
awake is more difficult, seeing<br />
and hearing and digesting and remembering<br />
all ran out of warranty.<br />
No action in Washington, or <strong>Indiana</strong>polis,<br />
matters more than common courtesies we can<br />
give and receive and occasionally actually do.<br />
So if listening to whines and whims of people a<br />
decade or two my senior is all it takes, I’m game.<br />
Will my toenails stop growing<br />
when I no longer can reach them?<br />
Don’t answer that.<br />
That inevitable litany aside,<br />
though, I increasingly convince myself<br />
to appreciate what remains to<br />
appreciate. I finally get the hang of<br />
retirement. I do not necessarily need<br />
to know what day of the week it is. I<br />
can run errands on my schedule, not<br />
on my employer’s.<br />
I can count on one finger the<br />
number of times I have worn a necktie<br />
this year.<br />
Plus, health-care costs are, well,<br />
less unaffordable. Whoever came up<br />
with Medicare is right up there with<br />
Willie Mays.<br />
I improve at facing facts, easier<br />
to see with the reading glasses scattered<br />
at my place. My Giants are winning<br />
without me on the mound. A<br />
not-all-that-young woman at the gym<br />
calls me “sir.” My local high school<br />
supposedly came up all-but-empty in<br />
its search for a new basketball coach.<br />
Yet I was not asked to come to<br />
the sidelines rescue. And to think<br />
I know a couple of dandy out-ofbounds<br />
plays.<br />
I feel more good than bad. I can<br />
climb stairs and distinguish a noun<br />
from a verb. I haven’t vomited in like<br />
20 years and that’s got to count for<br />
something, right?<br />
If listening to older people hate<br />
on getting older is my lot in life, I<br />
welcome the opportunity. Maybe I<br />
will learn something or teach something.•<br />
After 25 years, Dale Moss<br />
retired as <strong>Indiana</strong> columnist for<br />
The Courier-Journal. He now<br />
writes weekly for the News and<br />
Tribune. Dale and his wife Jean<br />
live in Jeffersonville in a house<br />
that has been in his family<br />
since the Civil War. Dale’s e-<br />
mail is dale.moss@twc.com<br />
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