Column: Still crazy after all these years

For some reason, I’ve been rocking out to the Classic Rewind station on Sirius Radio lately.

Between annoying my passengers with my horrid falsetto on “Bohemian Rhapsody” and my growling George Thorogood impressions, I stumbled onto a memory jolt with The Boss’ “Glory Days.”

I started asking myself, ‘Do I live in the past?” Do I cherish my old mullet and pop-collared Izod shirts? Do I still bore people talking about the perfect game I threw in ninth grade? Do I still long for my high school girlfriend?

Actually, that’s a bad example. I do: She’s my wife and I love her as much today as I did slow-dancing with her to Journey’s “Open Arms” years ago. Two kids and 19 years of marriage later, I still feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

I probably need to tell her that more often.

We are at that age where divorces outnumber weddings. One of these days, my best friend from high school will finally be officially divorced, even though the marriage was done two years ago. Couples who seem to be happy are parting ways.

I want to let you in on the secret to my marriage.

While the rest of my peers are having mid-life crises by ziplining in the Amazon and skydiving to regenerate lost adrenaline or hopping in little red Corvettes or onto flashy neon-green motorcycles to recapture their youth, my wife and I are proud BOFs: Boring Old Fogies.

Don’t knock it until you try it!

You want to spend a fortune on an African safari to rekindle romance, only to come back with malaria-like symptoms from hundreds of bug bites even though you’re behind more netting than a lunch lady’s hair, go ahead, my friend. I’ll watch an hour of National Geographic’s “When Lions Rip Apart Gazelles” while sitting next to my wife, tearing into a tasty bowl of popcorn.

While others are loading up their credit cards to scale a mountain next to a sherpa and camp in an area littered with thousands of empty oxygen tanks and assorted debris, us BOF’s are loading up our DVR with seasons of “Breaking Bad” to view in the comfort of our own homes.

With two teenagers staying up until all hours and a dog that hears a pin drop and comes running, getting time to ourselves is a rare commodity these days. Romance comes in the form of stealing a couple hours watching a movie or sneaking off for dinner. That’s what passes for excitement for BOFs.

But as I hum “Still Crazy After All These Years,” I know I am, and I when I look into the past I know who I will still love in the future.

This story was originally published August 5, 2015 at 6:42 PM with the headline "Column: Still crazy after all these years."