Inertia has its own momentum.
Reclaim the dream... get moving.
In last night's debate, Senator McCain looked every bit his 72 years. Actually, he looked a lot older than many of the 72-year-olds I know personally.
He shuffled around the stage, he was stooped, his voice had that "old" timbre, his manner was that of a grandpa and his tone was verging on whiny. He seemed to have no sense of people's "personal space" -- several times I thought he was going to climb right up into the audience seats. His "jokes" fell flat, too... and at times he came across like "gee whillikers, electric cars!" out of touch.
(Why on earth would McCain pick such a format? Next to Barack Obama, whose physical grace is evident, he came off a doddering, frail, old, man.)
Let's not even get into "my friends," which has become a mantra (not unlike Obama's long, drawn-out "aaand"s).
I tried to imagine how it would be to watch McCain day after day, to listen to his voice, to see his stooped, shuffling walk.......... remembering, too, that Perky Palincuda would be right there behind him, watching and waiting for the misstep, the extra heartbeat, the wandering conversation....
Gives me cold chills.