The postman delivered a couple of things in the mail that weren’t the usual ‘opportunities’ for low-interest credit cards, ‘answer this important survey and send money’ or ‘call now for information on cremation.’ Yes, those came today, as usual, but today I received two items I actually enjoyed getting.
First, my Utah CCW permit came in the mail today. Not that it does me any good in California. It’s sort of like when Ralphie of the classic “A Christmas Story” gets his long-awaited “Little Orphan Annie Decoder Ring” only to find out that the decoded messages were only “crummy commercials.” At least my “decoder” works in a lot of other states that I visit. We generally plan our vacations to places where we can carry.
The second item was a packet of materials and a certificate declaring that I am now a Distinguished Life Member of the National Rifle Association. The last time I renewed my membership, I only renewed for two years since it would only take that long to become eligible for the “Distinguished” part of the membership. You see, “distinguished” means that you have to be over 65 years old.
Maybe “Extinguished” would be a better word . . .
. . . just kidding. I’m proud of my age and proud of my continued vitality. I still feel 25 years old most of the time without the associated reckless abandon and that’s a good thing.