Don't Let The Old Man In

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Hey Guys,
For some reason this video really hit home. I know there are a lot of you Ole Farts like me on this Forum. I will be 76 March 2.
So to all of you older Guys Don't Let The Old Man In :D No way in hell am I going to :wink:
It starts with Toby Keith playing golf with Clint Eastwood. That sets the stage. At one point, Eastwood said to Keith, "I turn 88 on Monday."



“What are you going to do?" Keith asked.

"I'm going to shoot a movie," Eastwood replied, filming scheduled to begin the following week.

"What keeps you going?" Keith asked him.

"I get up every day and don't let the old man in," Eastwood said.

"I'm writing this down right now," Keith replied.

"Over the three days of playing golf, he told us what the movie was about. I didn't ask him if I could [contribute] a song, I just went home and wrote it, sent it to him, and hoped that he would consider it. And, you know, he did."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yc5AWImplfE
 
Hi,

Perfect timing, Jim: I ran into a couple of folks this morning I've known for years but don't see often. He's about 77, and I think she's a couple of years younger. In catching up, I learned they're now great-grandparents, and knowing she's one of those who refuses to "let the old woman in," I asked how she liked having that "great" added to her title. She told me "I love it! Those little ones are what keep me young!"

Dunno what it is about Toby Keith, but he can always find a soft spot. From the comments after the video, I don't think I'm alone in that thought. Thanks!

Rick C
 
Jim I agree. Too many people just allow themselves to get old. You have to think younger. It's an important mind set. I've got some friends in their 70's and they take some seriously long walks 3-4 times a week. Neither he or his wife are letting the old person in. I really like the movie.
 
I'm only in my early 60's so maybe a youngster around here.
Last year I ran almost 1400 miles including a couple of full marathons,
some half's and a few 5k to 10 milers.
Winter time, I play hockey or am at least on the ice 6 to seven hours
a week. Everybody is younger than me but that's the challenge.
The "old bastard" will get me someday, but I can #$%^&$ guarantee
it won't be without a fight.
BTW: He tried to get me about 6 years ago, had a heart attack and now have
a bunch of stents.....close but no cigar old man!
Dave
 
The back is a little bent. The hair is thin and the skin is wrinkled, but there's still fire in his eyes.
God bless you Clint.
 
Thanks Jim, I just put too much money into an old plane knowing I’d have to fly it 5 yrs to break even....that will take me to 74....got to stay active and keep the old man out Great post, great movie and great song
 
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I've been "rode hard and put up wet" way too many times. Only early 60's but feel it could be any day.

for some reason I recall Toby pissed me off years ago
 
My model is my step-father. He retired in 1960, and worked six days a
week (sometimes just around the house, many times for someone else).
He ALWAYS took one day per week off to go fishing (unless the river was
frozen over). That was easy because it ran right in front of the house, but
down about thirty feet in altitude (no potential flood). He usually went up
river or down river a few miles.

If there was snow, he would shovel it by hand and make sure everything
was as it should be around the house. (He always sent me up on the
roof to push it down, if it got to deep there :D )

He had a heart attack in 1972 and they moved to Sun City, CA. That
lasted two years before he was about to go crazy; not enough to do (he
didn't go for pasture pool, even with the second fairway just off the end
of the property).

They moved to Grants Pass OR and built a new house. Lived there for
three years and tripled their money. Moved to Reno, which lasted two
years. They then moved back to CO.

He never stayed still until the last year or two. That's when the old man
got in. He died in '89. Twenty seven years of staying busy with fun and/or
productive work. Seems like a good model to follow. 8)
 
"How old do you think you'd be if you didn't know how old you was ?" Satchell Paige
69 here, still work full time, bicycle to work. Yes, I took care of myself. It has paid off so far.
 
Hi,

I lost a client last month, who was just shy of 90. He was a semi-retired saddlemaker, who was mad at the city he lived in for annexing his formerly county property, then telling him and several neighbors they couldn't run their businesses, his a part time saddle shop, out of their houses. I talked to him just a week before he passed, and he was planning on taking a trip to TX to look up a couple of places to move where he could get the saddle making business up and running again!

Early in the year I lost my favorite old time gunsmith. Though he'd slowed down some the last couple of years, he was still working, at 93!

There have been some bad examples in my life, but, fortunately, some pretty good ones, too.

Rick C
 
Good thread every day above dirt is a great one, Keep your powder dry
and your chin up high. Not quiet 70 yet but closing in on it! Have a Great day! ps
 
Despite my frequent complaints about my Dad and his ancient deathtrap of an automobile... when he decides he wants to do something get out of the way because nothing is going to stop him. Yesterday Dave and I went over to his house with the intent of plowing out his driveway. When we got there he had already plowed it out and scooped the walk. I tried to remind him he is almost 70 and should leave it for use to do but... The only response was stern parental glare #1 and the reminder that the rocking chair has killed more old farmers than the tractor seat.

I'm still tempted to wait til he goes to town and use the cutting torch on the "goat" though.
 
That was really good, Jim!

Back in the '70's I used to bum around the TN/NC line with a friend. The country stores would have rockers and chairs out front for the old men to congregate. They were always up for some conversation. I wonder how old they really were? I can't imagine sitting on a porch anywhere. I guess that's not a bad life; it's just not for me.
 
Selena said:
I'm still tempted to wait til he goes to town and use the cutting torch on the "goat" though.

So now you think we're all blind ?

Back to your realm woman, go wander with the dull witted
beasts in your pastures, do some laundry, maybe make a sandwich.
Do not come between old men, their adolescent treasures, and their fading youth!

Now days we're required to have feelings and be sensitive about this kind of stuff.
The American Psychopathic Psychotic ( whatever the hell their name is ) says so.
Dave
 
Dave P. said:
Selena said:
I'm still tempted to wait til he goes to town and use the cutting torch on the "goat" though.

So now you think we're all blind ?

Back to your realm woman, go wander with the dull witted
beasts in your pastures, do some laundry, maybe make a sandwich.
Do not come between old men, their adolescent treasures, and their fading youth!

Now days we're required to have feelings and be sensitive about this kind of stuff.
The American Psychopathic Psychotic ( whatever the hell their name is ) says so.
Dave


If you are so uneasy in your adulthood that you allow the American Psychopathic Whatever to define your role in that adulthood then you need to refer me to them rather than voice yourself personally. As for Dad's "fading youth" he retired simply to let a certain unnamed idiot (who shall remain my brother) to over stewardship of the family corporation while his experience was still available. After he lost his leg when he was 21 the VA told him he would have to be "retrained" and could never go back to his former civilian occupation. His answer is unprintable in a family forum. He not only came back to the farm but excelled at the craft. Even at 70 if he so desired he would work guys just out of high school to the ground.

And just so you know... The reason I'd like to take the torch to that death trap is so he would be forced to consider buying the new Dodge with the 600 horse engine and the 6 speed manual transmission that he could buy gas for in town in bulk instead of having to special order in 55 gallon drums. Not to mention has seat beats and air bags so he could be like my uncle and have the neighbors amazed that he managed to die of natural causes.
 
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And just so you know... The reason I'd like to take the torch to that death trap is so he would be forced to consider buying the new Dodge with the 600 horse engine and the 6 speed manual transmission that he could buy gas for in town in bulk instead of having to special order in 55 gallon drums. Not to mention has seat beats and air bags so he could be like my uncle and have the neighbors amazed that he managed to die of natural causes.[/quote]

Selena,
Right here is your disconnect, the reasons you want it gone are some of the exact ones he keeps it.
Well, also maybe just to screw with you.....?
New machines are faster, safer, more reliable. But not necessarily more fun. Sometimes old toys are
our best friends, they'll take you to times and places new stuff can't.
The older I get the more I'm starting to think dying of "natural causes" is not really
something to strive for. You can worry about him but he's gonna do what he wants.
I'd suspect there's been a few days where you wanted to kill him yourself.
I have a machine to go swear at..
Dave
 
Well, I am 75, and I am about to drive 5000+ miles to AZ and back to Pittsburgh with a whole bunch of guns, ammo, guitars, fiddles, and whiskey (only at night when safely in our motel room). Looking forward to it, and Annie's "Essential Oils" paving the way. SASS National Championship at Ben Avery, visit my mom, and wander home after the match. We just might make a visit to the Wright Pat Air Force museum in Dayton on our way home. We will definitely make the Gilcrease Museum in Tulsa. Late February, whoorahh!!
 
Coop,
If you haven't been to the AFM for a while, they now have 4 big hangers all connected.
The presidential planes are now with the rest of the collection instead of off in their
own hanger.
Parking is very close and it's super easy to get around.
If you've never been there it's worth a 1/2 day stop.
My wife who's not into airplanes even enjoyed it do to
all the historical stuff.
Dave
 
Oh Dave P. Now you have got me pumped. I was there in 1986 and stood in the air intake of their SR-71 parked on the tarmac and also saw everything at that time. We are going to do it! THx for the update.
 
Selena said:
And just so you know... The reason I'd like to take the torch to that death trap is so he would be forced to consider buying the new Dodge with the 600 horse engine and the 6 speed manual transmission that he could buy gas for in town in bulk instead of having to special order in 55 gallon drums. Not to mention has seat beats and air bags so he could be like my uncle and have the neighbors amazed that he managed to die of natural causes.

Hi,

One could buy out the entire production of that particular car, then line them up facing Dad's old toy, and collectively they'd still not have the same amount of soul his does...

Some people understand that. Mr. Shakespeare had some good advice for some of those who don't: "Hie thee to a nunnery!"

Rick C
 
powder smoke said:
Good thread every day above dirt is a great one, Keep your powder dry
and your chin up high. Not quiet 70 yet but closing in on it! Have a Great day! ps

Hear! Hear!

My tag line used to read "EVERY day is a good day; some are just better than others."

I'll be 62 in March. Considering my life's journey thus far, there are no bad days. Each one, at this point, is a blessing. Even the effects of aging and the ailments and diseases that come with it remind me that I am still alive. I believe I'm the most immature 62 year old man alive. Young at heart? I can't call it, but I sure don't act like a 60+ old man as I envisioned when I was much younger...
 
All this bravado talk is interesting but no one lives forever. I will be 78 in two weeks. I and my wife were walking, dieting etc. Some months ago she fell, broke a ankle and I almost died with a hole in my gut from taking several medicines that conflicted and I almost bled to death. I no longer can take the arthritis medicine and now I have arthritis and can walk just a little ways to where it stops me. I still take my chances trail riding in our UTV but realistically know we will be in big trouble if we break down or get in a accident 20 miles from our rig as neither one of us could walk out. I aint going to quit living though until God stops me. I have been seeing all my old friends and acquaintances that were athletic, younger and in better shape than me die. They are all gone.
By the way, I worked around the YF-12, SR-71 etc as far back as 54 years ago for 35 years.
 
I'm afraid that old man is getting a bit of late. I'm only (only???) 76 but I feel him trying to crawl in.
 
Thanks Jim, I really needed that. At almost 73 and a survivor of more heart attacks than most people survive along with other deadly serious ailments that song gave me new hope. Time to really work on not letting the old man in!
 
blackhawknj said:
The secret is to grow up without growing old.
BINGO! For those who have arthritis Tumeric/Cucumin 1500 mg equals the pain killer Ibuprofen 1200mg. If you need help figuring out your dose of the herb, PM me. Good luck!
gramps
PS keep moving so you don’t rust!
 

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