sixty-four Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four
[Hear the song]

When I'm 64

That would be now

My how time flies when you're getting older. It seems only yesterday that I was sixty-three years old, and today I'm sixty-four!

My insurance agent was kind enough to send me a birthday card with highlights of 1943, the year I was born: Casablanca won the Oscar for best picture; Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin' by Bing Crosby and Sentimental Lady by Duke Ellington topped the music charts; Dragon's Teeth by Upton Sinclair won the Pulitzer prize for best novel; and the New York Yankees won the World Series.

Also in that year, according to the Hallmark card: a gallon of milk cost 62¢, a loaf of bread was 9¢, a dozen eggs was 57¢, first-class stamps were 3¢, gas was 21¢ a gallon, a new car cost $815, a new house cost $3600, the minimum wage was 30¢ an hour, average income was $2650 per year, and the Dow was at 146. Ah, yes, those were the "good old days."

Hogwash! The bathroom was a 2-seat outhouse, the house was heated with coal, grass had to be cut with a push mower, water was pumped from the well by a windmill, the telephone was on an 8-party line, you wore hand-me-downs and clothes sewn from flour sacks, and fresh vegetables during the winter were unknown.

Frankly, I don't remember 1943 all that well. Of course, I don't remember 2006 all that well either, so perhaps nothing much has really changed.

I certainly don't feel old, but the signs of aging are unmistakable: the joints creak a bit in the morning, print smaller than 3-inches requires corrective lenses, virtually all popular music is too loud and most speaking voices are too soft, fewer and fewer people seem older than you are, and mention of too many VIPs from yesteryear provokes the question, "Is he (or she) still alive?" Inexorably, the realization dawns that when people talk about "senior citizens" they mean you.

And like it or not, you have to admit that the life-long battle between the inner hunk and the outer hulk has been largely decided.



Inner hunk


Outer hulk


What the hell, life is good!