No. 120

“You’ll understand when you’re older,” is something that I like to say. Of course, I’m ninety-three years old, so I get to say it to almost everyone.

It’s all nonsense, you know. You never really understand some things. And others, well, age has nothing to do with it.

But I like to say it. Gives those young whippersnappers something to aspire to. Lord knows they need help with that. Heck, there was one yesterday who thought that Europe was a country. That kid won’t understand much, at all.

Nope, back in my day we would have taken him out behind the woodshed and whooped him until he could name all the capitals. Kind of makes me choke up, thinking about the good times.

You’ll understand when you’re older.