This weekend I did a wedding, but this post is not about the wonderful bride and groom and their families. This post is about what happened two hours before the wedding.
I was sitting in the fellowship hall where the room was decorated for the reception. I was drinking coffee and talking to a couple of very intelligent and interesting young men. One was 20 years old and training to be a welder. The other was 22 years old and a recent graduate of college. I asked, in passing, if there was to be dancing at the reception. The 20 year old said, “I can’t dance.” To which I replied, “Phil Collins, 1991.” For the record, I was right on the money with the year. Yay me.
But that is not what this post is about.
I almost died.
Here is my conundrum. I know this makes me, officially, old. But what should I do about it? I am asking you to vote below in the poll to help me decide. Remember to register your vote by clicking the vote button after you choose. You may vote as many times as you like.
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