Out of Date

I sometimes believe that life has passed me by. I don't recognize (or readily accept) a lot of things now. I'm so used to the former ways of doing things, delight in those relics of the past, and don't really care to change. I like the things I like just the way they are and what I want them to be. I guess I'm out dated. 
Like I traditionally wear light-blue Oxford long-sleeve button-downed collar shirts with that little loop in back...splash on Brut cologne in the morning...carry a clean handkerchief in my pocket just in case...still play my warped King Crimson 8-Track tape over and over...insist on changing the oil in my car (with great difficulty reaching the filter impossibly placed behind the engine block)...try to select a soda in a glass bottle (now non-returnable) because they don't taste metallic or plastic...like wearing a fashionable tie to work and church and social gatherings, besides only at weddings and funerals...always turn up the radio when Steely Dan's "Reelin' in the Years" comes on the dial...prefer a Popsicle as my comfort ice cream of choice...pause to smile each sacred time I catch a glimpse of someone driving a Corvair Monza on the street...feel fishing  from the bank instead of out of a boat is more natural...am comfortable in my well-worn broken-in dress shoes and dread having to buy a new pair...or having to go to the dentist...long for a secret folded peanut butter and jelly sandwich late at night...like to build model airplanes and read old Archie and Sgt. Rock comic books...ride my retro bike with a speedometer and headlight and without a helmet, gloves, or Spandex pants...enjoy this time of the year getting a clever-rhyming Valentine or a pack of those Candy Hearts to share...where you reach in to get a surprise romantic saying like "Be Mine" and the one I like to draw that always reminds me, "U R Special."