I was cruising through the subdivision in my convertible, wearing my Avery Brooks “A Man Called Hawk” sunglasses, listening to some booming rap music by T-Bone (boney bone corleone).
Two women, new neighbors, walked by. I waved, “Hello.” They just stood frozen on the sidewalk with facial expressions that suggested abject horror.
Granted, my other neighbors all smiled and waved hello to me... but I was fixated on those two negative expressions.
I finally realized... I’m turning into George Costanza!
How did this happen? For years I have always been Jerry. Granted, the weekly girlfriends are no more and I rarely eat cereal for dinner... and my version of Kramer is now married and living in the boonies... but still?
How did this happen?