Subject: Fwd: : OLD FART PRIDE
I'm passing this on as I did not want to be the only old fart receiving it. Actually, it's not a bad thing to be so called, as you will see.
If you bump into an Old Fart on the sidewalk he will apologize. If you pass an Old Fart on the street, he will nod or tip his cap to a lady. Old Farts trust strangers and are courteous to women.
Old Farts hold the door for the next person and always, when walking, make certain the lady is on the inside for protection.
Old Farts get embarrassed if someone curses in front of women and children and they don't like any filth or dirty language on TV or in movies.
Old Farts have moral courage and personal integrity. They seldom brag unless it's about their children or grandchildren.
It's the Old Farts who know our great country is protected, not by politicians, but by the young men in the Armed Forces, serving their country.
This country needs Old Farts with their work ethic, sense of responsibility, pride in their country and decent values.
We need them now more than ever.
Thank God for Old Farts!
Pass this on to all the Old Farts you know.
I was taught to respect my elders. Now that I'm getting on in age, It's just getting harder to find the Old Farts!!
I'm passing this on as I did not want to be the only old fart receiving it. Actually, it's not a bad thing to be so called, as you will see.
Old Farts are easy to spot at sporting events; during the playing of the Jana Gana Mana, Old Farts remove their caps and stand at attention and sing without embarrassment. They know the words and believe in them.
Old Farts remember World War II, 1948, the Chinese aggression, the '65 war, the '71 war, Yahya Khan and the British tyrants. They remember the Atomic Age, the Jet Age and the Moon Landing. If you bump into an Old Fart on the sidewalk he will apologize. If you pass an Old Fart on the street, he will nod or tip his cap to a lady. Old Farts trust strangers and are courteous to women.
Old Farts hold the door for the next person and always, when walking, make certain the lady is on the inside for protection.
Old Farts get embarrassed if someone curses in front of women and children and they don't like any filth or dirty language on TV or in movies.
Old Farts have moral courage and personal integrity. They seldom brag unless it's about their children or grandchildren.
It's the Old Farts who know our great country is protected, not by politicians, but by the young men in the Armed Forces, serving their country.
This country needs Old Farts with their work ethic, sense of responsibility, pride in their country and decent values.
We need them now more than ever.
Thank God for Old Farts!
Pass this on to all the Old Farts you know.
I was taught to respect my elders. Now that I'm getting on in age, It's just getting harder to find the Old Farts!!
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Now for something completely different!
An Old India Hand
http://therapsheet.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-india-hand.html
British novelist, columnist, and persistent humorist Mike Ripley has a fine piece up in the e-zine Shots right now, an “appreciation” of renowned author H.R.F. Keating. The most enjoyable segment of Ripley’s profile might be his explanation of how Keating finally got to India, after sitting in his London home for many years and happily writing about a policeman, Inspector Ghote, who worked in Bombay--a city he’d never ventured near.
It may seem that Harry was defying the old maxim that you should write about what you know and he cheerfully admits that “it was all going quite nicely without having to face the actuality,” but then one morning the actuality came calling. It was at the breakfast table with the morning post (those were the days!) that Harry opened a letter from Air India, which basically said: You’ve been writing about India, now come and see it and offered him a ticket, thankfully [also a] return one, on one of their flights to Bombay, as it was then. It was an offer Harry, in all conscience, could not afford to refuse.
The Ghote books were known and read in India but still, the prospect of confronting the “actuality” of a world he had created in the safety of Notting Hill several thousand miles away, must have been daunting if not nerve-wracking. Harry spent the entire Air India flight there calming his nerves and rehearsing an appropriate speech for that dramatic moment when he landed and stepped for the first time on to Indian soil. It went, as he recalls, “Something along the lines of ‘One small step for Inspector Ghote …’” but in reality the speech was never delivered. As the Air India jet landed and Harry stepped on to the tarmac of Bombay airport, his first historic words were: “My God, it’s hot!”
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