I’ve Been Drivin’ Around

In my teens I drove around looking for parties where young single women might be.

In my twenties I drove around looking for pubs with ice cold beer.

In my thirties I drove around looking for coffee shops.

In my forties I drove around looking for hamburger joints.

In my fifties I drove around looking for automatic bank machines.

In my sixties I drove around looking for places to pee.

In my seventies, I drive around looking for my house.

(Updated 2023)

©2015 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.