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I am a few years older...my whole life, I would put my pants on standing up and underwear, and socks too, in total darkness.

I realized if I kept doing that, my wife would find me some morning with the side of my temple caved in by a bedside table, one leg partially in a trouser leg. I can do it, but it isn’t smart for me.

I now sit down, put my underwear on, socks on, and trousers. Then I stand up.

It’s like ladders. I can still climb a ladder. But I keep in mind many a good man has been killed by a ladder. And when I get lazy, and put my trousers on while standing up, finding myself hopping about to keep from falling over, I find myself wondering how many old geezers like me are found in the morning with their temple caved in!

I can balance on one foot and do just for practice (and I have been doing Tai Chi for years, which forces you to do that) but do get bouts of positional vertigo, so I don’t take that chance with getting dressed on one foot anymore unless I am in a rush.

Modern music does suck immaculate. But I think I know good music from crappy music, as I have embraced music of all kinds all the way back to Mozart. Except Rap.

I miss raucous parties, but then again, I deeply enjoy a quiet evening in my hammock looking at the stars, smoking my pipe, and listening to the far off sound of a train, so I never think much anymore about those parties of old.

My wife chides me because I am always fully dressed when we go out of the house, shirt tucked in, plumb line straight, all that, and I make her look under-dressed by comparison, but...she only half-chides me. I think that was embedded in me by being in the military and it never left me.

But then, I still wear a suit to funerals and weddings, and miss the days when you could go to a restaurant and be turned away for trying to wear shorts and sandals inside.

I miss getting dressed up for a special occasion like an anniversary dinner. And I miss that people used to wear good clothes to church.

I am appalled, disgusted, and repelled by this practice of people wearing pajama bottoms, tops, of the entire pajama outfit out in public. When I see young people do it, I think they are slovenly retards. I cannot write here what I think when I see older people do that.

You mention sandals. I’m of the firm belief that real men don’t wear flip flops.

One, it makes you look gay and walk with a swish.

More importantly, as men, we are the protectors of our families and those around us. We need to be ready for action. You can’t run into a burning building wearing flip flops. You can’t help victims at a rollover crash with broken glass all around wearing flip flops. (I’ve done both)

You can’t run toward or from a violent encounter wearing flip flops. You make yourself a victim.