The Fly Down Years

By Jim Hagarty
2015
Funny how things change. When you’re 14 and realize you’ve been walking around the school with your fly down, you are mortified to the point of wanting to hide in a locker for a few years or so. When you’re 64, and you notice the same thing, you think, “I’ll have to get around to pulling that up.” Eventually, you do or you don’t. Meanwhile, you’re grateful for the relief the cool breeze down there offers. My friend, you have entered The Fly Down Years. People rarely point out the wardrobe malfunction when they notice it any more and you couldn’t get arrested if your pants fell down and you walked right out of them. Oh well. One less worry.

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.