The author in a previous life, c.2005
After a nearly two-year hiatus, prompted by common sense, I am back on my longboard skateboard. A New York Times piece on aging boarders got me rethinking my premature retirement from bombing minor hills here in South Jersey. The first outing was a bit shaky, but improvement is happening, and I feel that it won’t take more than a couple more days of riding for me to be back where I left off. That is of course, barring catastrophe.
Click the link for six-minutes of music and unabashed, shameless senior showing-off.
Look for upcoming “It Gets Better” public service spots in which Pop -Pop consoles struggling beginner snowboarders.
Published February 9, 2008
Tags: seniors, south florida
We’re home after four nights in Deerfield Beach, just north of Fort Lauderdale. There were sunny days with afternoon highs in the eighties, complimentary full-breakfasts and happy-hours, and wall-to-wall senior seniors, some of them near, and at, the doddering stage. Lots of walkers and a few wheelchairs poolside, even a sprinkling of personal traveling health assistants. But there were also hordes of serious morning walkers and joggers along the sea-side, many in outfits that would leave the fashion conscious gasping. The coded rap on vacationing along South Florida’s east coast is that it’s “too New Yorky,” read that as “too Jewish.” We found the vibe just right. Our particular favorites were the two wonderful old souls, ladies of a certain age, certainly eighty-five or more, who did a daily early afternoon promenade around the premises. It probably took them all morning just to suit up. Both would appear, slowly, almost gliding, in their progress past the poolside loungers, decked out each day in a new and dazzling selection of upscale resort-wear including large, dramatic straw hats. Their shining, dentured smiles were surrounded by facial parts that had had the kind of work more commonly associated with the restoration of classic cars. They probably had a combined age over one-hundred and sixty, but their fixed smiles were almost beatific. I know we will never come close to matching them in their glorious and inspiring chutzpah, a bravery conceding nothing at all to the awful reality of the process.