SOME THINGS I HAVE LEARNED
- Wear a bike helmet (even though nobody in Holland does).
- Put air in your car tires regularly.
In my thirties, I kvetched about not living in New York, or someplace else equally glamorous. Now, who cares where you live. When I was young, I judged people by their tastes in music and their bumper stickers. I don’t care about that now.
In my twenties, I sometimes wore a tool belt, thinking I was blue-collar. I did some brick pointing, painting, whatever. I didn’t like it.
I annoyed old people for fun. For instance, when my mother-in-law said, “They’re wearing their hair high in the 1940s look,” I would answer, “Who’s they?”
She would say, “I don’t have any shoes to wear tonight to the party.” I would say, “You going barefoot?”
I hung around with the comic-book writer Harvey Pekar — a bitter guy. He said, “I’m hateful. I’d like to have a cool way to slip my George Ade article [published in a local magazine] to my ex-wife [an academic]. She’s small-minded.” Pekar was more cynical than me. I liked that.
Getting married and staying married was one of my better moves. Starting the klezmer band was another good play. Having kids was a good move. Basic stuff.
4 comments
Great decision making there. Nothing wrong with a solid tool belt.
Did you carry one of those pocket knives that did everything, too?
I used to judge people by the brand of tennis shoes they wore.
That’s an excellent way.
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