Over the river and out of the woods, finally | Chuck's World
Last updated 4/15/2021 at 9:53am
In the years after his retirement and before he passed away, I noticed that my father had aged into a cliché.
He was always social, but he’d become garrulous, happy to engage in trivial conversations with perfect strangers even if they weren’t actually participating.
It was amusing to see my dad turn into a caricature, the older man who enjoys nothing better than chatting up a 20-something grocery store employee as if it were going to be the high point of their day.
My dad was a friendly and witty man, though, and all sorts of people liked to talk to him. Still, I’ve made it a point...