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only affecting people born of woman.
• For many years, I beat myself over the head because I did not understand old fogeyitis syndrome. Years ago, I have learned to accept it, whether others accept it or not is not my problem. It was a wonderful day when I realized I could have a lot of other things much worse than old-fogeyitis.
• Just this week I saw an article in the picture of supposedly the ugliest woman in the world. As I looked at her picture, it reminded me of one of my old aunts. I know I'm not the "prettiest" face in town but I wasn't born this way. My face is the result of the stress through the years from the old-fogeyitis syndrome.
• One of the amazing traits of this syndrome is the marvelous selective memory. My memory is so good I can remember things that never happened. Some people look at me when I recall one of these pseudo-memories as if I was senile. Oh no. It is not senility it is old-fogeyitis.
• I really did not know how bad it was until this past week. My oldest granddaughter was playing softball and invited me to come and watch her first game. She made me one of those "offers that I couldn't refuse." It has been a longtime since I seen a slow pitch softball game much less played in one.
• I remembered those glorious days of yesteryear when I played slow pitch softball. According to my memory, I was the star pitcher on my team. What memories they were. Since they are my memories, I feel I have the right to make them what I want them to be.
• The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, our youngest daughter and her daughter joined me as we watched my granddaughter's first game.
• We brought our own chairs so we were able to set up our seating arrangements where we could watch our granddaughter play her first game. I am not prejudiced, but from where we were sitting, she was the star player on her team. I am not sure how her team could ever get along without her.
• It is my humble opinion that greatness like this is inherited. You do not learn that kind of thing on your own, it is something that is passed down to you through your genes. I must have passed it on to her because I do not have it anymore.
• It was then that I saw it, which kicked in the old-fogeyitis syndrome. What I saw (Continued on page 11)
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