It’s right there in the Bible. Proverbs 16:18: “Pride goeth before the fall.” And “The Fall” sneaks up with the stealth of a practiced assassin. Next thing you know you can’t get up, and your bathtub has a chair and a door in it. Lord, I never thought I’d live long enough to get old.
It starts subtly, with receding hairlines, crow’s feet wrinkles and, most hurtful, going unnoticed (as in, invisible!) by the fairer gender. You start skipping showers, wearing the same shirt four days in a row…the one with egg yolk dribbled down the front…and wondering how the Fountain of Youth suddenly turned into a “Golden Pond.” One day you’re a tall, tanned and ruggedly handsome outdoor gent, the next, you’re standing in front of a truthful mirror, aghast at the exacting toll sun, time and gravity has taken on your body. A thousand pushups and the best haircut in the world can’t arrest “The Fall” from pride and pulchritude (sniff).