Congratulations for having arrived at what we old hands call the “The Medicare Years”. It is a time when you sit back and thank God that wrinkles don’t hurt.
Think back the way your dialogue with friends has evolved over the years:
In your 20s, you talked about sex and sports;
In your 30s, you talked about sports and sex;
In your 40s, you talked about jobs and careers;
In your 50s, you talked about a second home – or a second partner;
Now, in your 60s, you talk about body chemistry.
From time to time, you may feel nostalgia for the old days, but I have a sure cure for that: when you think about the joys of youth, just remember algebra.
People may tell you that 65 is the new 45, but the real truth is that there is an infallible test: You’re not old until you begin to like accordion music. (Of course, in your case, that means that you were an old man at age 11!).
Really, Tom, don’t worry about being old – just don’t be surprised when you are sitting on a park bench and a Boy Scout comes over and helps you cross your legs.
Happy Birthday and much love.
Jan & Bob