Now, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
I thought you were a young one, madam, maybe circa 30.
Perhaps you were a late child?
What a charming young man you are Frank, how sweet of you.
I am not your typical Grandma, Frank, in fact I am now old enough to have shed the Vail of respectability or have any fear of "What will the neighbors think."
Age has its benefits, I now do things because I want to not as I am told to. I can now give in to impulse, when I wish I can go as I like to call it, HEAD HUNTING.
Just sit in the town square and ignore the "Don't talk to strangers" start up a conversation with anyone from punks to the elderly. [Mom goes bat crap when I ingage a street person in conversation.]
It is usually books that opens the door for meeting really unusual people. In my area people read a great deal, pass the time away with a book under one arm and a dog at their feet. It is funny as there are people of all ages that do the same as me, you watch them walk past someone with a book in hand and necks Crane to see the tittle.
People are wonderful you know, every one of us has an Eleanor Rigby deep within ourselves.
I call the library a few times a year to request the dates that books will be given away.
I go down and seldom look at the tittle just fill up a couple of boxes, come home and unpack them to see what surprises I will find.