Sayings In The 60's Novels & Stories

Though I was making that promise at sixty, I felt it wasn't too late. It can never be too late. Better late than never, righty? **** A/N : Yes! So what do you think, guys?

“You are in your sixties, did you think you could still make anything out of your life after getting divorced? Where are you going to go to find someone like Dad who lets you live carefree at home every day? We used to be a happy family, but now you’ve gone and ruined it! For someone so old, you are a complete disgrace! “Now I get why they say women are troublesome, you just have to create a scene because of something so minor. You better hurry up and go home to apologize to Dad before the divorce is finalized!” The neighbors ended up getting sick of his outburst before I did.

I said to Elky. He gave it a thought. It took him good four minutes, but it was still a quick thinking. My big guy was blessed with good brain. “Where the first meal was served,” he said. A half-victory crawled in his voice. We both pictured it at once—the 1960s factory with its bad conscience and wild ivy. The place where our families had taught chemistry to people who would later regret it. The kind of place men choose when they need history to witness their crimes.

Was it such an unreasonable question? It's okay that I didn't even prepare it, I didn't contextualize it or anything, but wait, right? I just wanted to get a little creative and get out of the 'hi, it's fine, it's fine and you're fine too' thing. But it had the opposite effect, unfortunately for me. Or bad luck for him, depending on your point of view. As the older people say (yes, those over sixty, seventy all) I can be a little crazy, but I'm not one to throw away, come on.

Present day: meaning the 21st century for a change and not in the Angies home, who we also called the 'old ladies home' because even though she was a career for children all of her friends would come over every couple of nights and never bloody leave... that is where I spent 6 months alone...without my sister. She was ancient, I swear.

"Give me like twenty minutes. I'm not twenty-one anymore." "You're doing just fine for fifty-six." "Flattery will get you everywhere." "Good to know."

“Back in my time I used to be not just the most beautiful in my street but every man wanted my number. God, I was so fine back then. How do you think I got James’s father, bless his soul.” Sheila was laughing uncontrollably. I was so surprised at how Sheila and James’s mom were getting along so perfectly. “Mrs. Hawthorne, the 70s and 80s might have been great but there was no technology,” Sheila said. “You people were practically living under a rock.”

"The girl fool, what's your plan of action for getting back with your girl?" "Who says I want to?" Damn he blushed just like his daughter. "Man up dog you want her or not?" "Daniel how old are you again?" "Sixty why?" Dad took a draw from his ever- present doobie. "What sixty year old do you know who talks like that?" "One of my orderlies keeps me up to date on the latest lingo among other things." He wriggled his brows at us. If I wasn't use to it my dad would be an embarrassment.

You never know with my da. "I'm nowhere near my sixth decade, boyo. I'm still in me prime, and don't ye forget it." Gesturing to the sky again, I say, "That's great. But we don't have time to discuss your age or abilities. It's starting to sprinkle."

She finally wore me down and I started feeding her tidbits of information while making sure she understood it was different back then. "But it was the sixties, Paw-paw," she said, innocently, looking at me from the passenger seat of my car. "The sexual revolution. Wasn't it all about free love?"