(I always forget that I am getting dangerously close to sixty myself, which is old to some of you.)
That cutie-patootie gal in the top photo is Helen. My Rock n' Roll Buddy and I met Helen and her equally cute sweetheart, Jonathan, at a local Pub here in the 'Couve this week. Helen is a petite little wisp of a gal, in her early 80's we guessed, weighing no more than 90 pounds, soaking wet, and she's clearly not your average granny.
Helen and Jon were both participants in the Taco Tuesday weekly Pool Tournament at this Pub, and through a happy coincidence, they were seated at the table right next to ours.
We chatted them up about classic cars, and billiards, and as it turns out, Jon and Helen are regulars at the weekly Pool tourney. (In the end, he took first place and she took fourth, out of sixteen players in the tournament.) They come in from the neighboring town of Longview each week to play.(I don't know why I didn't ask them to pose for a "couple" picture!)
It was such fun to watch them play.
I think the sweetest moment of the entire evening was when Helen nailed an incredible shot and Jonathan happened to have just finished his current match and watched her sink it. She beamed and he effortlessly slid over to her in one smooth stride and gave her a congratulatory that's-my-girl kiss on the lips.
My Rock n' Roll Buddy and I let out soft aaaah's in unison as we turned and looked at each other. (Okay, and I may have teared up just a little bit.)
Oh, yeah, old (er) people rock, alright, and Helen and her sweet beau are proof of it.