Chris,

Old is not an insult. Every year I live I see more enemies laid out in the dust behind me. They're gone and I'm still here doing just what I want. Unlike the mercenary Miss erosiaart most young girls blush and titter shyly when I speak, while their mothers look on smiling knowingly. Young men step out of my way. 

When I mentioned a student friend of my daughter was interning at work she said, “Yes he wanted to ask you about me, but he felt you were too intimidating." Salt-and-pepper haired me, intimidating? Six foot four glowering who can still spin his full grown daughters around in the air, intimidating? Geezer who looks down an inch into Kevin Sorbo’s eyes when he shakes hands, intimidating? I realized I had slowly become one of the silverback alpha males of our tribe.

 

You managed to smack down another young punk who sought to run around and do whatever he wanted. You went to court because your presence would have influence over the decision. Not your words or actions so much as you watching. I’m here, I looking, now do the right thing. It’s your age that earned you that respect. Revel in every gray hair of it!