Accounts of how things happened
when I was your age or
in the old days. Often containing
humerous hyperbole. Often involving
chores,
snow,
anachronism, and
self-contradictory statements. If I could bring myself to write anything longer than a
writeup, I might just write a
geezer creation myth.
Walked two miles to school,
in waist-deep snow
uphill, both ways.
Geezer One: When I was your age we had to play with rocks.
Geezer Two: You had rocks?
See: Everything in the old days, old-timer's camp