The Old Olds

These days I wear a handsome gold wristwatch from my employer, Manhattan Community College, CUNY.  I can’t tell time on it, but I love it nonetheless and I don it first thing after my shower every morning.  It is my trophy!  I’ve been teaching English at the college for forty-five years.  That I shower daily    is ample proof of my modernity; I grew up in a one-bath-a –week, heat-your-own-water Brooklyn flat.

This luxurious watch, designed as a gift for an academician, obviously HAD to have Roman numerals!  Ancients are happiest with the script of their childhood. Unfortunately, I can’t read those tiny lines etched in gold.  I am legally blind.

Nevertheless, I am still a dependable member of the work force. There are so many of us survivors who are still working that a term has been coined to describe us: OLD OLDS.  I ‘m fond of it; in the 1930’s my well-off Uncle Harry had a precious car he called his OLD OLDS.

The fact that I still work, that I like work and want to work troubles people, particularly my contemporaries.  Why don’t you sit back and smell the flowers?” the coy ones wonder.  You need a hobby, the bossy ones advise.  Surely your pension can’t be so small, the estimators guess.

“I like work,” I say.  “I like grammar and books and almost all the stuff that’s part of teaching English.  And I have learned that is enough reason to brave the subways and the city.”  No need to further try to share the esoteric pleasures of a busy day in school dealing with both serious matters and academic nonsense.

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I'm 86. Legally blind. But a force to be reckoned with!
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