Fence In The Old Farts

You are familiar with the 'gated-community' philosophy. Usually folks wanting to protect themselves and their STUFF from people they don't wish to associate with move to 'gated-communities.' In order to get past the 'gates,' you must have an electronic opener or a code or your name on the 'gate-guards' pass list.

We 'long-in-the-tooth old farts,' wintering in Florida also need to live in a 'gated-community.' Our gated-community would be designed to let people 'IN' while not allowing us 'OUT.' Let me share a recent event to support my reasoning. The names are changed to protect the guilty:

 Maggie and Robert are lovely people. They are in their late seventies. Robert is a very humble quiet man who loves to watch his Kentucky 'Wildcats' on television. Maggie is a beautiful soul who attends more church services in a week's time than anybody I've known since my late maternal grandmother, Mammy Bennett.

A few nights ago, Maggie stopped by our cottage to bring us a cheese dish. When she left, she said, "I'm headed for the beach." About an hour and fifteen minutes later, Gerry and I took Toy Poodle,  Yodie for a walk.  We immediately saw Robert walking up the street with a concerned look. He said, "I can't find Maggie." His wife had been gone for over an hour and a half and it is now dark. I knew Robert was upset because he had that same 'look' on his face when Kentucky loses a basketball game. Four old neighbor-farts plus Robert took off in different directions to search for Maggie. Twenty more minutes went by when we all returned to home base. Meanwhile Gerry went to Robert and Maggie's cottage to ask Robert if he had any luck. She opened the front door and called out, "Robert!" Robert did not answer but Maggie DID, "Robert's not here."

Apparently, Maggie had returned home hours ago from her Beach-walk. She went upstairs to the bedroom to read. Robert was downstairs watching television. Robert, later called out for Maggie but she didn't answer because she was in the bathtub. Robert went upstairs and looked into the bedroom but did not see his wife. He did not check the bathroom but hit the street looking for her.

Now you know the rest of the story and the need to 'fence-in old farts.'
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Fence'em In!