In preparation for leaving Japan (for good) next week, I sold the Blueberry (our blue Toyota) today. I sold it to a nice person called Nicole, who has a three-year-old daughter and a husband who is currently deployed. While we were in the Vehicle Registration Office (VRO) this morning, completing the paperwork to transfer the title and the JCI (Japanese Compulsory Insurance), the man working at the VRO asked Nicole for her husband's date of birth. When she replied and I heard that the year was the same as the year I graduated high school, I felt really old. Ack! This guy who was born while I was graduating high school is married with a kid. How did this happen? I haven't felt like I've been in the proper demographic group for quite some time but maybe I have been.
You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old. - George Burns
Looking at the bright side, I took some solace at the fact that while playing pick-up basketball tonight with a mixture of women on my intramural team and high school girls, someone told me I was fast. I've always been a pretty good athlete, but I've never been fast, even when I was in good shape. I didn't argue with her, however. I just said thanks and called it a day.
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