C’est moi. I am, in fact, an Amazing, High-performance Old Guy, hereafter AHOG.[1]
You will want evidence, of course, as you should. Let’s start with this morning, when this first occurred to me. I made my first Starbucks run of the morning at about 5:40 a.m. I got my coffee (Verona) and Bette’s (Pike) and headed back to the car. I put the Verona on the floor so I would have a hand free to pull the drink cup out of the dashboard. Then I put Bette’s cup, which is smaller than mine, into the holder. Then I lifted the top of the drink holder in the console and put my cup there. Then I drove home and took Bette’s coffee to her and brought mine to my desk so I could write this. (The picture below, by the way, is what you get when you search “high…
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