Giok,
Apple dooking or apple bobbing was always a part of our Halloween. Sometimes there were coins in the apples - you had to be careful not to chip a tooth. Does that make me a geezer? I rarely wear a hat and so never tip one at the ladies.

I have told this story before: there was a beloved old geezer in Jackson Heights, a veteran of WWI. He, a Brit, always in red beret with an assortment of medals on it, walked with two canes and a sturdy nurse Though old, he was a very handsome man with an eye for the ladies.
One day he was walking towards me on the sidewalk. I smiled. He smiled and threw down one cane putting his hand out to me. I thought he meant to shake my hand. Instead he grabbed hold of my breast and held on for dear life cooing and giggling like a child. Then he threw down the second cane and grabbed the other breast. His nurse couldn't get him loose. I was afraid to knock him down - I might have killed him. And a crowd of merry onlookers gathered to watch the show. He was so deliriously happy it was a shame to detach him but we finally did.

Is this the sort of patriotic geezer Chuck is waxing euphorious about? I for one would prefer that they stay home and watch their sporting events on the TV.