March 13th, 2007 by admin

Four old ladies sitting across the table from me throwing peanut shells wildly on the floor and having a big time. My co-worker Josh Onstott and I were grabbing a quick lunch at our local Logan’s Roadhouse Restaurant when suddenly our waitress came up to me and said, “Sorry, but I’m gonna get loud!”

She then proceeded to pull up a stool and stand on top of it. She got everyone’s attention in the place and said, “We don’t sing happy birthday around here, but we have a young woman that just turned 21 and on the count of 3, lets all give a big “who ya”.

Of course when she hit 3 we all gave the big “who ya”. These women were late, late, late twenties. More like pushing 80. This made me think. Why are we so ashamed of our ages. There comes a time, and I suppose it is different for all of us, when we start lying about how old we are. We also teach our children that it is not polite to ask old people how old they are. Why? Isn’t old age a thing to celebrate. These crusaders have made it through the trials, ups and downs, pain etc… of life and they are still journeying on. Old age is awesome and reveals strength, endurance, and determination. We should be proud to say we have made it 80 years in this life and are still smiling, throwing peanut shells frivously on the floor, and shouting out “who ya” to the top of our lungs. We should honor those we call “blue hairs” instead of complaining about them driving 30 miles an hour down the highway. It’s the BIG COVER UP! I just turned 40 and I could use some of their endurance. How about this, on the count of three we should all give a big “who ya” to those that are passing the wisdom down to us and help us realize “what really matters”. OK ready… one… two…three… “WHO YA!!!!”