Bear

Life goes on. Such is the mantle a curmudgeon must bear.

I'm a curmudgeon, through and through. My father is not - a gentle, smart, successfull sort, and big brother Buzz is as far from being a curmudgeon that he defines his own space.

I'm a curmudgeon. I observe and recount. A lot. It's actually my thing. I observe things that make you want to puke but I write about them pleasantly enough that you just go "yew".

I know, I know, this is my cross to bear. You can thank me anytime.

P.S.  "Bear" is a really, really big beast that can kill you in an instant. It is also the word used to hold up parts of your house - bearing walls and such. I've used it here in another common way. The English language can get a tad confusing....by a lot.