Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

February 8, 1996

Dear Everyone:

“Jeannie” has begun collecting “geezerisms”.  A geezerism is anything that indicates that you might be becoming a geezer.  This is a result of reading an article in the newspaper in which a columnist pointed out that the Baby Boomers (people born in the United States between the end of World War II and 1965) are starting to get “old”. 

However, the Baby Boom lasted 20 years.  While some at the front end of this demographic bulge (like “Frankie”) may be looking at the down side of 50, those at the other end (like “Alice”) may still regard themselves as frolicsome youngsters.  To determine where you are in the geezerdom spectrum, “Jeannie” and I have compiled a simple test.  Just answer the following questions honestly and add up your score at the end.  You can use the margin on the left to mark your points.

 

Simple Geezer Test

If you can remember any President before Ike, give yourself 5 points. 

If you don’t know who Ike was, give yourself 1 point. 

If you remember going to drive-in movies, 5 points. 

If you thought drive-ins were only for holding flea markets, 1 point. 

If you remember mimeographs, 5 points. 

If you haven’t a clue how people made copies before Xerox, 1 point. 

If a ‘coonskin cap and a guy named “Davy” were once the center of your life, give yourself 5 points. 

If your response to the previous question is, “Say what?”, 1 point. 

If you remember when paperback books cost 50 cents, and couldn’t wait to get your hands on the next James Bond novel, you get 5 points. 

If you think $6.95 for a paperback is reasonable and are waiting for the next Start Trek knockoff, you get 1 point. 

If you remember black and white TV, 5 points. 

If you can’t even remember hearing, “The following program is brought to you in living color”, 1 point. 

If you know who Spin and Marty were, you get 5 points. 

If you think Spin and Marty is something the mechanic does to your car every 15,000 miles, you get 1 point. 

If you ever owned a Hula Hoop, 5 points. 

If you still own a skateboard, 1 point. 

If you can remember all of Elizabeth Taylor’s husbands, you get 5 points. 

If you can remember any of Elizabeth Taylor’s husbands, you get 3 points. 

If you can’t think of a single one of Liz’s husbands, you get 1 point.

 

That’s it.  Now just add up your points and consult the following to determine your status. 

If you scored 60, or higher, you were cheating.  There aren’t that many points to begin with.  And stop being so competitive. 

If you scored 50, or higher, you are definitely staring geezerhood in the face.  But you still can’t join the AARP. until you actually retire. 

If you scored 10, or lower, you are hopelessly immature and probably shouldn’t be driving yet. 

If you scored between 15 and 45, you’re, well, let’s just call it “well-rounded”. 

 

In other news... 

“Jeannie” and I went to see Mr. Holland’s Opus last Saturday, but it sold out just before we got there.  So we went to lunch and to a doll shop that I’d been telling “Jeannie” about.  (They have lots of Muffy VanderBear Wear.)  But the doll shop was closed because most of the dolls had gone on a field trip to a doll show.  So far, 0 for 0. 

But we went back on Sunday and managed to see Mr. Holland after all.  Note:  The theater was full.  This is a kind of To Sir, With Love for the ‘90’s, with music.  A composer reluctantly takes a teaching job just to pay the bills for a little while.  30 years later, he’s still teaching.  Richard Dreyfuss plays the teacher.  Jay Thomas is great as the phys ed teacher who befriends, and coerces, the new guy.  Terrific make up and costuming jobs.  Filmed in Portland, which was our real reason for going to see it. 

Not much rain, for a Portland setting, but lots of good music, both from the classics and from Michael Kamen who has scored well over a dozen movies and who got to write a symphony this time because that’s what the teacher keeps trying to do in his “spare” time.  Heartwarming as all get out.  Three hankies, minimum. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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