“My hair is arriving at a sort of a blend that it deserves respect if nothing else. A graying head is a mark of respect in any land…” – Will Rogers, 18 November 1934
I don’t know a lot about the year 1934 but I kind of expect it was different than it is here in the 21st century. When I think of that year, which I guess was a measly twelve years before I was born, I see Walton’s Mountain with multiple generations living in the same household and everyone respecting Grandma and Grandpa Walton and constantly seeking their wisdom on life’s issues. I’m not sure this multi-generational household was by choice or necessity since the “Great Depression” was in full steam about then but that doesn’t really matter.
Anyway, from what I can see with my graying head it doesn’t get me much respect in today’s world. It won’t even get most young people to hold a door I am following them through. It certainly didn’t get me seat on a crowded subway.
It seems that most corporations now days want to get rid of all us old folks so that can save some money by hiring young kids at a fraction of the salary. They just don’t seem to have much respect for our years of experience. They now see us as a liability. But they see everyone except maybe their owners as liabilities so maybe that doesn’t apply here.
I’m just not sure that my “hair blend” buys me as much now days as it did in Will’s.