>>19953813All my grandson Ripley likes to do is play angry birds on his ipod. I told him in my day you wanted to play with an angry bird, go outside and get a bird angry. He said that didn't sound cool at all. It's funny how what's cool changes over time. When I was in short pants, stealing apples and robbing graves were all the rage. Same goes for rage. And hands down, the coolest thing a young boy could do was littering, and I was the most popular kid in town. By the time I was in my late teens draft dodging and free love had become the cool things to do. But I didn't jump on that bandwagon, no, Skip Reming was hitched to a different cart, one driven by a North Vietnamese farmer plowing the yam field of my own despair. Well you wanna know what "cool" is? "Cool" is a tight herringbone tweed, and cool is being confident in yourself and never letting anyone else define who you are, unless that person has a cool hat or is a better race than you, in which case copy everything that they do until you feel comfortable enough to murder them and take their place.
