Guilty Pleasure: Andy Rooney
If I think about it, I like to flip to the end of 60 Minutes on Sundays to watch Andy Rooney. If you don’t know who he is, Andy Rooney is an old curmudgeon that covered the Continental Congress when we were forming the country. He has a newspaper column too (a what?).
Every week, he does the same thing on 60 Minutes where he reads and writes a similar piece. He is the grumpiest old man I’ve ever seen. It amazes me that he can come up with the complaints things he does. Most of his complaints stem from his inability to keep pace in an ever-changing world. He still goes to the post office. He types his columns on a typewriter. He signs autographs with quill and ink.
The real reason I enjoy Andy Rooney is that I secretly envy him. I long for the days when I am a crazy old man that hates the world. I want to wax nostalgic about how I miss 8 bit video games, mix tapes recorded from the radio, and junk food. I know how you feel Andy. Keep carrying the torch for the rest of us complainers.
