This is not directed at Old Fart....just a story about old farts. Old Fart Pride I'm passing this on as I did not want to be the only old fart receiving it. Actually, it's not a bad thing to be called, as you will see. Old Farts are easy to spot at sporting events; during the playing of the Star Spangled Banner. Old Farts remove their caps and stand at attention and sing without embarrassment. They know the words and believe in them. Old Farts remember World War II, Pearl Harbor, Guadalcanal, Normandy and Hitler. They remember the Atomic Age, the Korean War, The Cold War, the Jet Age and the Moon Landing. They remember the 50 plus Peacekeeping Missions from 1945 to 2005, not to mention Vietnam. If you bump into an Old Fart on the sidewalk he will apologize. If you pass an Old Fart on the street, he will nod or tip his cap to a lady. Old Farts trust strangers and are courtly to women. Old Farts hold the door for the next person and always, when walking, make certain the lady is on the inside for protection. Old Farts get embarrassed if someone curses in front of women and children and they don't like any filth or dirty language on TV or in movies. Old Farts have moral courage and personal integrity. They seldom brag unless it's about their children or grandchildren. It's the Old Farts who know our great country is protected, not by politicians, but by the young men and women in the military serving their country. This country needs Old Farts with their work ethic, sense of responsibility, pride in their country and decent values. We need them now more than ever. Thank God for Old Farts! Pass this on to all the Old Farts you know. I was taught to respect my elders. It's just getting harder for me to find them.
Ummmm, the last time I was around an old fart I had to evacuate the wagon in a hurry. And I was alone of the consequences may have been far worse - even fatal to an unknowing passenger
I passed! I'll add one. Pick a fight with an old fart and he's smart enough to know he ain't got it anymore. He'll just shoot you!
So have we been missing something with our cars? Should we be undercoating them with formaldehyde products? Or perhaps essence of deceased? Perhaps we could market it as Ode De Deceased and make an, uh, killing?
