“While you can!” This was an uncle’s response when he heard me talking about fishing for stripers this spring.
I looked somewhat puzzled. He explained.
“But a vapor we are told. Not only are we not promised tomorrow, but at our age we are already more smoke than fire.”
He smiled as he delivered this, his latest bit of wisdom. It was disconcerting, to say the least.
For one, his pairing us age-wise. Per the calendar, he is almost fourteen years my senior. The “our age” comparison is based on his belief, not that he is quite young, but that I am already fairly old.
For another, his glass half-empty skepticism.
