The older Dad gets, the more he is conforming to every ornery and crotchety old man stereotype I know of. I'm convinced that they issue a book titled "The Gentleman's Guide to Being Ornery, Crotchety & Old" to all men on their 65th birthday. For the first time that I can remember, Dad is giving me the silent treatment: I disagreed with him too eagerly at the dinner table. After I let Mom know, she rolled her eyes and said "He's getting old and doesn't take well to arguing anymore."