That is the greatest fallacy, the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929
at 62, and still would rather be in the field, but stuck in the office because my experience is perceived to make my wise....I keep telling them I have learned to be careful...
The secret secret that all old people share is that we really haven't changed in 50 or 60 years. Our body changes, but our minds...not so much or don't change at all.
paden cash, post: 374570, member: 20 wrote: My next older brother is an attorney. We are a good deal alike physically except he has sat at a desk all his life, and I have spent my career outdoors. There's actually not much difference in our physical maladies. We both have good cardiac functions. We both have arthritis, but my ankles and wrists are shot. I attribute that to stomping all over uneven ground and slamming hubs and stakes with a 3 lb. shop hammer all my life. We both have cataracts and are getting deaf. The only environmentally induced difference I think is he still has most of his skin left. I leave little bits of mine at the dermatologist's office every six months.
That sun is brutal.
Amen on the dermatologist. I have an (another) appointment with mine next week. I leave a few pieces of skin almost every time I go also, but it beats the heck out of melanoma. Been there, done that.
Oh, and I have the bad knees, ankles, wrists and back to go with 40+ years of surveying. I might have done a few things differently but this is still the best profession in the world as far as I'm concerned.
Andy
A good thread. I have had it on my (now 46 year old) mind that I will need to bring along a young hub and hammer carrier, apprentice, men-tee, sometime maybe in the next ten or twenty years or so.
Old guys rule.