older fucker
I’m a sixty year old retired widower with completely gray hair, a little paunch and live in a very nice three bedroom house in Wichita, Kansas. I drive the obligatory, for guys of my age, late model Mercury Grand Marquis. Everyone tells me I am a good-looking guy who has aged well.
If I were trying to describe my interests I would only have to mention two. Travel and reading. I got away from buying the Book of the Month selections and now get most of my reading material from the nearby public library.
I was coming out of the library a few months ago and ran smack into a ton of police cars. The two almost blocking the library doors were from the Sheriffs office and I knew one of the deputies very well.
“Hey Jim, what the hell is going on. Did you come over here to get that instructional book on how to be a good cop?”
“Stuff it Gramps.” He replied with a laugh.
“What’s going on with all of this power?” I queried him.
“Aw, we got a report that some gal we are looking for was spotted here.”
“Well, I just came out of the library and only saw a few kids in there. She might have been down one of the rows I didn’t see.”
“Thanks, we’ll take a look see.” (more…)






