Sixty Years Old - Woody Selbst

Woody Selbst 60

Because he left every Sunday morning at seven to spend the day with Pop, he had forgotten by how many churches Selbst Tile Company was surrounded. He was still in bed when he heard the bells, and all at once he knew how heartbroken he was. This sudden big heartache in a man of sixty, a practical, physical, healthy-minded, and experienced man, was deeply unpleasant. When he had an unpleasant condition, he believed in taking something for it. So he thought: what shall I take? There were plenty of remedies available. His cellar was stocked with cases of Scotch whisky, Polish vodka, Armagnac, Moselle, Burgundy. There were also freezers with steaks and with game and with Alaskan king crab. He bought with broad hand – by the crate and by the dozen. But in the end, when he got out of bed, he took nothing but a cup a coffee. While the kettle was heating, he put on his Japanese judo-style suit and sat down to reflect.