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. 
With the silver comes the lead, leaden feet, leaden fingers, the arthritis, poor eyesight, wrinkles, and the “old person smell”. No matter how much you bath and shower and change your socks and knickers there’s always that stink of decay on your skin. You know you’ve got it when your friends back away, coughing and retching and you don’t get an invite to their hose any more!
So ist das Leben !
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Maybe that’s why old men sometimes take up cigar smoking? To cover one stink with another? :)
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It stops being funny when it starts being you :)
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I totally hear you. And silver hair rocks, in my opinion. Scary, as more and more silver hairs appear, but they still rock.
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