Driving to Raleigh on Tuesday, Rocky Mount yesterday, and to Elm City today, I couldn't help but notice all the cotton that is in full bloom and making a handsome, feather-like halo of the fields surrounding Wilson. So what's a guy supposed to do but take a quick picture and do what all the young people do? Yep- make it a selfie.
What a huge mistake because I no longer see fields of cotton but instead just an old goat: perhaps Gerald O'Hara looking at his '17 cotton crop? Except I don't own an square foot of farm land. So here's the deal: clearly, my arms need to be five or six feet (yards?) longer for a (decent) selfie....for a picture with more cotton and less me. A lot less me. And what's going on with my nose which is getting bigger....is that due to age? And I'm noticing the hair is getting thinner (+ grayer, if that's possible) and my eyebrows match the cotton fields. On the plus side, you can't see my bald spot and ye olde double chin is somewhat hidden because I was looking up at the camera. Is this what 60 looks like? Well, damn, I think it is.
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