I saw some silly stuff this week: In'N'Out Mom (see below). NASCAR fans in Vegas (clutching their Buds, with their baseball caps with race-car numbers on the front, the numbers leaning into the wind, or something -- "24" -- their round bellies straining against their denim shirts while, in their best Jeff Foxworthy voices, they plan their weekend: "Hey, Bobby Jo, the Busch race don't start 'til Saturday afternoon; we can pardee all night Friday!" )
But the neatest thing I saw this week was the elderly couple walking through the hotel lobby ahead of me. They could have been in their seventies. They appeared to be in good health and good spirits, and were nicely dressed. I see a lot of old people in Vegas. Many of them look sad, tired, bored, or just plain worn out. But this couple was different. What I noticed as they walked, side by side, was that the husband was reaching over and gently, almost absent-mindedly, touching, stroking, his wife's back as they walked along. Kind of a combination of guiding her along and just giving her a little "love pat." But it was not the feeble gesture of an old man helping his less-than-fully-capable old wife. It was more like the kind of gesture you'd see a young man make toward his girlfriend or bride. It was sweet and entirely appropriate. It said "I've been with you for forty years, but I'm still crazy about you." Anyway, it was just obvious that he was still "in love" with her. And it was the highlight of my day.
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