At 78, I signed up for an aerial silks class to feel closer to my late wife. The young students laughed when I walked in. But after I demonstrated a knot Margaret taught me 50 years ago, the instructor locked the studio doors and called an officer. “I think I’ve found him,” she whispered.
I’d never been to a gym in my life.
After my wife, Margaret, died last winter, my daughter kept telling me to find a hobby.
So when I saw an advertisement for aerial silks classes, I signed up.
The receptionist stared at my date of birth.
“Sir, are you sure this is the right class?”
“Quite sure.”
When I entered the studio, six young women were stretching on mats. One giggled.
“Is he somebody’s grandpa?”
The instructor, Rachel, hurried over.
