Driving a current sweetie back to Calgary on Sunday afternoon after my Canada Day bash. I put on some of my old tunes. After Bob Seger's 'Like A Rock', sweetie turns off the music and says to me:
"That's YOU, you know. Like A Rock. 'Standing arrow straight...charging from the gate.......standing proud and tall.....high above it all'. I've never met a man like you before. One of your employees told me some stories about you from many years ago. I sure wish I had met the 28-year-old you, I would have stuck to you like a bad rash."
Uh,...... gulp! Is this more SS or do I smell danger here? Good thing I am back in the bush for another extended stay.


It's kind of like a 13 year old (1960's) wishing to be a girlfriend of John, Paul, George, or Ringo. It's easy to love the illusion, but once you're backstage, that's a horse of a different color.
She likes the accomplished man, but if you had the body of a 28 year old, with deep pockets and a list of accomplishments....well, wouldn't that be something. She likes Santa Claus, but wouldn't it be cool if he also looked like Fabio ?
I face this kind of thing all the time. It's not easy being a has been warrior, but if I fancy myself as the Porthos from The Man in the Iron Mask, it helps.