Hi folks!

So, quite a few people say to me, shockingly; “You can’t be 56! You look late 40s…” Gee whiz! Thank you! Flattery is best anytime of the day!

Then this happened yesterday:

“Hello, I would like to ask about booking a room here at the (University) Library.”

Without preamble, the librarian queried: “Are you an alumnus?”

Flummoxed; for a whole four seconds, I sat there in my walker, stroking my greying goatee, musing aloud if I had a flashing Alumnus sign above my bald head…

We had a laugh, I wasn’t offended, it was a valid question. Did I look like an overworked, sleep deprived, caffeinated student trying to connect Vygotsky, MacLean & Piaget to the zeitgeist of youth who bask in the warm glow of their mobility devices, everywhere, even while crossing busy streets!

No, I don’t look like that, I look like an alum.

But, to be fair, I could easily be an associate psychology professor with a syllabi enriched with the fundamentals of cognitive theory. I emphasis “easily” because I flagrantly added my own name in the midst of those acclaimed theorists!

And, I can “prof speak” like a pro… Hell yeah!

Now, if you’ll excuse me; I need to pee!

Y’all have a decently good day!