I’ve discovered the single identifying mark that delineates you as “old.”

Unfortunately, it isn’t a new phenomena for me; its actually been noticeable, at least by me, for a couple of years. Since I’d never seen it before, on me, I wasn’t able to readily identify it. It was only through living with it over these years that I finally understood it.

It struck home this morning.

Hairy ears.

You are old when you have hairy ears. This morning, it took me longer to shave my ears than it did my face. There’s just something wrong about that. I’m convinced that this is a direct consequence of Adam’s mistake of taking the fruit from Eve a couple of years ago. He sinned and I have to pay for it.

Hairy ears. I’m getting old…er.