Hello again, dear readers. This is The Codger here. If you’re anything like me, you’ve noticed the outrageous number of television programs starring young people taking up space on the airwaves. There is no good reason why many of these programs couldn’t be made starring some more senior characters. No good reason why! Just because we’re older doesn’t mean we can’t be ev’ry bit as hep and as sassy as (if not sassier than) those youngsters. That’s why I wrote a professional screenplay with my word processor to send to any Hollywood producer who will listen. It has it all! I made sure of it by doing several re-writes well into the evening yesterday. Any critiques are welcome in the comments box:
Gene—age 72, to be played by a Ronald Reagan type (before he died)
Margie—age 75, Gene’s wife. A dancer and a singer. An older version of that lovely Zooey Deschanel girl
Clarence—age 71, a well-to-do retiree
Alfred—age 76, he is in a fight over his pension. Should be played by Pat Sajak with make-up to make him look old.
Lu—age 87, Clarence’s neighbor who is a widow and a Cougar. Very attractive for her age.
Act 1. Setting: Gene’s house
Gene: Hello, friends. How are you today? Margie, get them some sandwiches.
Clarence: I am fine.
Alfred: As am I.
Margie: Now that we’re all here together, let’s all sing a song.
All: O. K.
Gene: So Clarence, have you been on any more dates with Lu?
Clarence: Yes, we went on a date yesterday.
(commercial break for that Poligrip commercial I like)
Alfred: How was it?
Clarence: We went out to dinner. The meat was kind of tough.
Alfred: I think I am starting to take an interest in vampires. They are cool.
Gene: Did you see that movie about them?
Alfred: Yes. It was a peach, wasn’t it?
All: (nod in agreement)
Gene: What this country needs more of is defense infrastructure. I have just re-invented the Star Wars satellite plan. It can catch commies anywhere they’re hiding. Margie, can you get me my computer? I know how to use it just like you young people.
Clarence: I enjoy computers, too, especially the Internet. Who do you think is going to win Dancing With the Stars?
Alfred: The nerve of my son Ryan, trying to swindle that money out of my bank account!
Gene: Looks like it’s time to take my Crestor. And I’m not talking about the tooth-paste.
Clarence: The nerve of Ryan, my son, trying to swindle that money out of my bank account!
Clarence: Do tell. Young people these days aren’t as cool as we older folks, you know.
Enter Lu, stage left
Gene: The main satellite is connected to a different satellite that has a telescope to keep an eye on the Russians, or whoever you make it look at. That’s why it is going to be good for this country.
Clarence: I approve of your plan. We should write a letter to the editor about it.
All: The end.
Gene: I can’t wait until our next episode. We’d better not get canceled by the network.
Until next time!