No More Vent Windows
I drove through the historic district
and realized I grew up there.
At a recent business meeting
a young associate said,
“Pawpaw, I think that’s your beeper going off.”
A guy cut me off in traffic today.
I called him a “moron”,
but, realized by modern standards
it was not harsh enough.
In my younger days
I would have chased him down
and jerked his pointy head through
the vent window.
There are no more vent windows.