MY SON
A week ago I was out at DeKalb High School for our technical rehearsal on Saturday night. It was important we all walked through everything we would do on that Sunday morning. Of course, whenever an outside group rents the school, we are required to pay the custodian on duty. As I was walking out I thanked him for his time.
He had noticed my name slide up on the screen and noticed my name was Diehl. So, he asked me if I had a son named Tom. Tom is my brother, not my son. That cut me to the quick. How old do I look anyway?
I got a kick out of sharing that story with several people over the weekend. Anita says I should shave my white beard and then I’d look 15 years younger. What do you think of that idea? I need some help defending myself.
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