more thoughts of old men i meet...during, well after really, this spring's big snowstorm i was out and about and i spoke with this old man standing on the corner of a snowdrifted intersection downtown...he was full of stories about his youth, the war (his war), women, family...he spoke non-stop, he was happy to have someone listen...by telling all this stuff now, what will i have to talk about when i'm 70?