Y’know, I had got to thinking that as the years heap upon me (well into the future, of course ) and that as one day I may wind up in a retirement community of some type, I don’t see any reason to turn it all in and ossify. I had this great entrepreneurial idea: open a retirement community coffe shop! I’d call it Jurassic Perk.
Well, DUH. It’s a coffee shop. Where else can you go wearing Birkenstocks, a rag around your head, and read The Village Voice (never mind that you’re in Detroit or suchlike) and be taken as seriously as you take yourself?
Or I could set up a “Have cute furry animals, will travel” sort of petting-zoo-for-hire. You know, for kid’s birthday parties and stuff. I could call it “So Zoo Me”.