Really, that was the first thing that popped into my mind. What is wrong with me?
|Delivered by an angel of mercy|
Fortunately for Larry, he was at work all day and didn't have to listen to me.
So today both Rachel and I were in recovery mode (read, I was still irritable and she was munching on pretzels). But I felt well enough by early evening to insist that Larry and I go out to see Bridge of Spies, since it seemed to be one of the few movies both of us would enjoy.
You know, Cold War for him, Tom Hanks for me?
So there we were, happily watching a movie. It was a scene near the beginning, where Tom Hanks (a lawyer) is talking to this really old guy who owned the law firm. REALLY OLD. And Larry leaned over and whispered in my ear, "That's Alan Alda."
Folks, I think Alan Alda, and what I see is Hawkeye from M*A*S*H. I mean, I did see him in a movie during the 90s (Manhattan Murder Mystery); but he still resembled Hawkeye, albeit a little older and more distinguished-looking. So, it's not as though I didn't know the guy was aging a bit.
|There. On the far right. The old man.|
But, yeah, the 90s were 20 years ago now. I just did the math.
I came home and messaged my best friend from high school - you know, the one who is supposed to know that neither of us will ever grow old? - and told her what had happened. I mean, if Alan Alda can't stay young, what hope is there for either of us? Her reply was, essentially, "Um, what did you expect?" To which I say, thanks, friend of my youth. THANKS A LOT.
[Bridge of Spies image: Touchstone Pictures]