My Ego Is Old, Part Two

Last Friday at work, I was sitting at a meeting with close to twenty co-workers. We had an author there that was presenting to us, and he was doing a fine job. I was taking notes, really getting into what he was saying and then he said it.
He looked around the room, looking at each of us, and then he said "Back in 1948 he was on a military ship". Then he looked around the group again, and then he looked at me and said, "You and I are the only ones in the room that will remember 1948". OUCH...
Don't get me wrong, my mom was ten in 1948, so I am sure I didn't see 1948. I do know that for some reason I look really old.
It doesn't help that my wife, who is older than I, looks ten years younger than I do.
So, all of you people feeling old, remember, if you are 43 and people think you are 60, you still need to laugh about it.
I am a presenter at the Whitney Awards this weekend. I got a copy of the dialog between me and the other presenter. It has to do with HISTORICAL FICTION. So there are people older than people think I am...

My Ego Is Broken and Old!

No, that photo is not me.

This is part one of what I hope is a two part blog. But as my life has been going of late, it may be a ten part blog.

It all started about four months ago when I took my eight year old daughter to get a get well present for my mom (McKenna's grandma). My mom has been sick for a long time, and four months ago she was in the hospital for the fith time in 12 months. She got home that day, so we went to a closeout store in Salt Lake City to get her the gift.
McKenna found the perfect gift. It was a stuffed pink poodle, and since my mom has two poodles, we bought it.

After paying for our purchase, we were approching the exit, and there was a lady sitting at the exit and checking all receipts to make sure no one was stealing.

I didn't have a problem with what the lady was doing, I had a problem with what she said to me. She looked at the stuffed animal, at me and then my daughter, and said, "Sir, that is so nice of you to buy your granddaughter a stuffed animal". My daughter laughed so hard she had tears running down her face, and I, well I had tears in my eyes also, but not of laughter. By the time we got home, my daughter had called all of her brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles and anyone else she could think of to tell the story.

That night, I had my daughter Chelsea dye my hair, and I shaved off my beard. Only last month, I turned 43.

What happened yesterday, will be post 2 in this series, after I figure out why this person said what he did.

Until then, I will get my walker out, take my Geritol and try to drive the speed limit on the freeway.