Ten Years After

I decided to pull out a picture of me from during my term of Mayor of Wildwood, which dates the shot on the left somewhere in the 2000-2004 period. I'd guess 2001 from the shirt I was wearing (corporate logo cannot be seen, but we'd order new shirts for trade shows and that was just after Y2K). The shot on the right is current, from a funeral I attended several months ago. Funerals and church are the only occasions anymore for wearing a dress shirt and tie.

Several observations, of which the obvious one is that I STILL HAVE MY HAIR (eat your heart out, balding peers from the Class of 65). The other would have to be I still have those rosy cheeks which remind me that I really need to find a good dermatologist here in Florida in case the sun is doing me any harm. Finally, while my hair is still headed to gray, it hasn't completely turned. We'll see how long that lasts, but after one foolish foray into coloring my hair several years ago, which will never be forgotten by my wife and kids, I think I'll let nature run her course. Hey, I trusted the cosmetologist "cutter" who told me I'd look sexy or some other promise that simply ended up with me looking silly. This could also be attributed to vanity, which I now believe should be limited to using that word in the context of furniture only.

Well, soon I'll be a grandfather and baby Cole Robert Kreienkamp will arrive before I reach medicare eligibility. I guess I'm soon going to have to admit to being truly old, even though four Corvettes since 2004 would indicate me still firmly rooted in middle age crazy. Wonder if I can justify that fifth corvette in time for the child to truly appreciate riding with "gramps" in it. That assumes that Caitlin will allow me to take the boy for a ride - if somebody says I'm "wild and crazy", I can guarantee they're going to be at least half right, no matter what.