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I guess I never realized
how full of youngins this neighborhood is. I suppose it's just a matter
of not hanging out in the area much, or maybe it's being old and tired
that makes the difference between them and me so obvious. Was I that
young and pretty before life and work beat me down? I guess it's possible--but
highly unlikely. So I came face to face with my inevitable feeling
of oldness (despite not really being that old in Earth years) on a
Sunday morning in a diner in Murray Hill. How sad. Surrounded by the
young and beautiful I ordered my bison burger amongst the mosaic tiles
and funky brushed metal. This brunch called for meat--and not just
any meat, but the meat of a formerly endangered species that was almost
hunted to extinction by a bunch of white colonialists with rifles.
The food actually cheered me up a bit, and I was able to put aside
my bitterness for a second and enjoy the terrific people watching
opportunity that presented itself every time a new pack of kids shoved
its way through the already crowded doorway. It was like an Abercrombie
& Fitch zoo. When we walked out I realized that the experience had
in some way invigorated me and made me realize that I may be old,
but at least I had the opportunity to see Star Wars in the
theater! [MF]
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