Yet Again Starting Over Again-Forever Young-The Bart Webber
Saga
By Fritz Taylor
Jack Callahan had to laugh one again, and probably not for
the last time, at the love foibles of his old friend from high school days at
Riverdale High, Bart Webber, who apparently is organically incapable of not
leaving well enough alone. He had initially cornered Jack one night in their
favorite watering hole, the Dee Drop Grille in Gloversville a few towns over
from growing up hometown Riverdale and where Bart now lives, and after not
hearing from Bart for about a year found out in detail about his third divorce,
this one from Linda Evans which had lasted the longest. Naturally since it was
Bart he had to go into the downfall of his previous two marriages as well to
complete the scene.
Subsequently, maybe two weeks later Bart “shocked” Jack with
the information that he was back in the love hunt. This time though since he
had no lady friend waiting in the wings and having been with Linda about twenty
years and very rusty and behind in the why and wherefores of “senior” dating he
had joined a senior dating site on the Internet, paid his dough, and created
his profile. The reason that Bart again cornered Jack in their favorite
watering hole was that after checking out some profiles he noticed that the age
range that most woman did not seem to want to go above was sixty-five. At least
for the fifty to sixty year old women that he was interested in meeting. Jack
and Bart are now both seventy so you could see the dilemma coming a mile away.
He pleaded, begged really, for Jack’s opinion about whether he should shave a
few years off his age on his profile page to increase his chances. Jack had
answered “no, no way” stuff like that catches up with you and had in the past
for old Bart. Moreover unlike the fickle young, including them when they were
younger, age is not as great a factor for older, oops, more mature women who
have been through a few storms themselves.
Of course Bart refused to pay any heed to Jack’s very reasonable
remarks. Then last week for some reason he began hitting pay dirt with several
women on the site. One in particular, a fifty-two year old hospital
administrator who also liked folk music, Bart had been in a folk music group
back in the early 1960s when the folk minute blew through the American shores,
listened of all things to the same folk music station that he did (both are
members), liked going to the ocean which Bart had always craved and to art
museums a newly acquired taste since his retirement. She had startled him after
a several site e-mails chatting about this and that when she asked if he would
like to accompany her to the Museum of Fine Arts where a new exhibit was to
open over the new weekend. The long and short of it was that he accepted her
invitation and they made arrangements to meet for their first “date.” But now
Bart is afraid that the chickens will come home to roost on the age question
although because he had recently taken up running, well, jogging really he
could probably “pass” for sixty-five or so. So Jack will wait with baited
breathe to see what falls out this time. Jesus, Bart and his lady love
affairs.
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