I am an old fart

My niece Natalie is in town today. She lives in North Carolino with her son, Zachary.

I walked in the door and she can barely recognize me because of all the grey hair I’ve gotten since I last saw her in June. I decided to hug her anyway.

So, she tells me that her boy is 10 now, on the verge of puberty. I swear to God, I remember this kid being five years old last summer.

So, her younger brother Noah it getting married. Wasn’t I picking him up from high school last year? That’s how I remember it. And he was showing off his new Blackberry. A salesman, he handed me a business card of a guy who would be happy to set up his uncle with a nice service contract.

My youngest niece, Natasha, is cosmetologist now. She cut my hair for $10. Her daughter, Morgan, is talking now. Just words, now, but I expect that the next time I see her, she’ll be using complete sentences.