Old as dirt!

| How did this happen? It seems like just yesteryear I was a callow youth, full of piss and vinegar. Now I find myself reminded that it is almost 50 years ago that I donned my first cap and gown for high school graduation. I find myself saying, "Well, remember when ..." and hearing the reply, "I wasn't even born yet then!"

Later this morning I'll go to Denny's to claim my free birthday slam. They even sent me an email reminding me of that privilege. (By the way, did you know that if you show your AARP card at Denny's you get 20% off your entire check?)

With the perspective of age, you realize that a lot of what gets people all riled up just isn't worth the energy — life's too short to sweat the small stuff, as the saying goes.

But also with the perspective of age and, I suppose, selective memory, comes certainty that much of the world is going to Hell in a handbasket. America seems to be in a process of devolution, going backwards into a pre-scientific dark age of ignorance and religious superstition. As Santana famously said, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it," and it's perfectly clear that we've seen this movie before: economic upheaval resulting from excessive greed and minimal regulation; charges of "socialism" being hurled whenever anyone suggests that government should try to solve a problem; xenophobia and racism running rampant. And being able to say "been there, done that" doesn't make it any easier to abide.

On balance, however, it is always better to be getting older than not. Each birthday that rolls around is a reminder of just how much life we've been able to enjoy. And when life is good, what's not to like about that?

For the record, this is birthday number 67.

Last updated on Apr 13, 2018



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