Comedy Club Hour

I had a ball today. I interviewed a group of senior men for an article I'm writing. All told, there were about 30 men ages 55-75 milling around as I did my interview. Charmers, every one of them.  Some refused a handshake and insisted on a hug. I would find such a demand insulting from males in the 30-50 age range, but was happy to oblige in this case. (What is that "magic age" when being called "honey" and "young lady" by men and being hugged by them transforms from lawsuit to acceptable?) Others were solicitous, asking several times if they could bring me anything to drink and after the interview I was invited to join a group for lunch. Unfortunately, I had other commitments and had to decline.

It was like comedy club hour. No sooner did I ask a question and start to receive a reply when 5 men would rush forward with the warning not to believe a word coming out of so and so's mouth. Lots of loud, good-natured ribbing. And underneath it all, a true sense of friendship and camaraderie emanating from the group.

It was a delight to be in their presence. My challenge now is piecing together my fragmented notes into a coherent piece! But a lovely way to kick off the afternoon.