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In light of the events last Saturday evening with the attempt on former President Trump’s life, I thought I’d try to lighten the mood a little. That’s what I remembered this story from nearly twenty years ago.
I’ve known for some time that I’m slowly losing touch with youth.
I’m becoming one of those people who just doesn’t understand the music, the attire or even the candy that the generation behind me digs. It never became more apparent than when my 15-year-old niece asked me to do her a favor recently.
“Can you stop at a gas station and pick up some airheads and bug juice for me?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“Airheads and bug juice?”
“Airheads are people who have no brains and bug juice, well, that just sounds gross,” I said.
“Uncle Lee!” she said, clearly exasperated with her uncle who grew up loving 1980s heavy metal music and didn’t find it odd to listen to bands called Twisted Sister, Metal Church, Killer Dwarfs and a few other crazily named groups.
“I have no idea what you are asking me to buy,” I said.
“Airheads are candy. Bug juice is a drink.”
I pulled into the local gas station and after much searching, I found the airheads. But the bug juice was much more evasive. Not willing to ask a clerk where to find bug juice, I searched up and down the aisles to no avail. I finally saw an acquaintance walk in, so I asked her about it. She knew what I was talking about, but she couldn’t find it either, so she asked the clerk – who, like the rest of us, had no idea where to find it.
Thankfully, a teenager walked in and the woman and I both asked her where we might find the bug juice. She pointed to a small cooler across the store that contained the drink and a bunch of others I’ve never heard of. I picked up a bottle of orange bug juice like my niece requested and brought it, along with the airheads, to the counter to pay for them.
The teenager looked at me when I laid the stuff on the counter. “You picked up diet bug juice. Oh well, that’s not a bad thing.”
When did I get so old?
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Here are some tidbits you might find interesting this week:
“Let’s get lost in a world made of old books, coffee, camp fires, adventure, rainy days, and late night conversations with people we love.” -Brooke Hampton
What If the Small Things Are Actually the Big Things? by Alexa Mason
“Dear friends, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul. Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us.” -1 Peter 2:11-12 (NIV)
Food for thought: Small things we can do (when we don't know what to do) by Sarah E. Westfall
I love this idea: I Wasn't Sure How To Celebrate Turning 70. Then I Sent An Email That Changed My Entire Year by Megan Vered
When Lee isn’t writing essays, devotional books, or Christian fiction, he is a freelance editor, as well as a freelance journalist who has written hundreds of articles for various newspapers and magazines. He’s also a fan of NASCAR, baseball, tennis, books, movies and coffee shops.