Here I am. In just a handful of years I’ll qualify for a senior discount at Denny’s, and out of nowhere I find I’m having to unlearn all the things I learned as a kid about . . . well, everything. What it means to be a man. How I should think about/treat women. Is there a meaning to life? The X-ray specs you buy in comic books don’t work.
I’ve done and thought so many wrongheaded things in my life that to tell the story of my life exactly as it happened, the wrongheaded things I thought and did at the time, is to satirize it. Make fun of myself. Cringe at myself. I can’t tell the stories without shaking my head at my stupidity. But . . . it happened. I did the stupid things—all of them.
No more. I refuse to be the small-minded conservative my father taught me to be. With the help of my millennial kids, I’m actually becoming progressive, which, I guess, means I’m progressing.
Follow along. Each week a new story, a little bit of deconstruction.
Here goes nothing.