At age 26 I was promoted to Highway Patrol Sergeant and stationed in Houston. As I met the Troopers that I would supervise, I began to realize that they were consistently older than me.
Finally I met Burt. Burt had less time as a Trooper and was a bit younger than I (At least I could feel "mature" around one subordinate).
Today I attended Burt's retirement from the Department of Public Safety (32 years after I first met him). Burt got older. I mean much older. So did all the others I remembered who came to his retirement party.
I can't understand how all those folks got gray hair (bald?) and paunchy while I remain a svelte, youthful figure.
Must be something in the water?
Plain and simple ramblin' from an ole country boy concerning personal history, current family events, the Tin Star Ranch, and philosophical BS with no redeeming social value implied or intended.
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