I regret that I couldn't ride my Harley to the fraternity house. It would have been easier to find a place to park, and "cooler" to arrive on such a ride. However, when it was only 43°F (6°C), raining, and with lots of wet leaves on the ground, even this hard-core biker knew his limits.
It was interesting to meet the new guys and to celebrate the rechartering of my old college fraternity which had closed in the '90s and only recently was rechartered. They were friendly, greeted me warmly, and were deferential to this "old alum" by bringing me a burger and a Coke and making sure I was comfortable and welcomed.
I realized, though, how much I've changed, or should I say what the generation gap displayed. The guys were texting or had cell phones joined-at-the-ear. They had on rap music, and talked about their "techno rave" they had the night before and how much fun they had. I'm glad they had fun, though I told my partner when I came home that such an activity would not have been something I would have liked to do when I was their age. I guess I was born old.
How was I dressed? Well, unfortunately, all of the shirts and t-shirts that had my college fraternity name or logo on them are long-gone, so I wore a black shirt, leather vest, a pair of leather jeans and Chippewa Hi-Shine boots. As usual, no one said a thing about the leather. (I repeat this because some guys who read this blog and continue to tell me that they are concerned about wearing leather in public. Honestly, it is no big deal! Nobody cares!)Life is short: renew the spirit and enjoy your memories (while doing it in leather and boots!)
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