Remember back in the summer of 2013 when The Wife and I went to Herrenhäuser Gärten here in Hannover, Germany, to see the International Firework Competition? It’s where different European countries orchestrate pyrotechnic displays set to music. Anyway, as we were waiting to enter the garden, we noticed the vast majority of the people in line were old. Like, old as balls. We soon found ourselves lost in a sea of gray hair — adrift upon wave after wave of receding, platinum-rimmed pates. It was really quite breathtaking.
So after thoroughly appraising the short-timers around us, my wife leaned close to me, whispering…
THE WIFE: “They all have such silver hair. They are silver surfers.”
Oh God, My Wife Is German. 
I have to say, I’ve been impressed with older Germans. Once in Berlin, at the American Army HQ, I saw an old lady in a crosswalk; as she crossed a hurrying vehicle came INTO the crosswalk. That old woman didn’t flinch — she laid her umbrella squarely and sturdily across the windshield! The driver stopped, obediently reversed, “sat and stayed” until the woman cleared the other half of the crosswalk. So your wife could be onto something!
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Haw! Awesome! My hero…
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those silver surfers are usually pretty awesome! :D
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Definitely awesome. :)
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