years old. As in I have finished five decades and am starting my sixth. It’s just like every other birthday except it’s halfway to 100, so it’s not like any other birthday.
At all. I thought by now I would be a) creakier b) balder c) grayer and most of all d) smarter. I thought for sure I would at this age, but ha, no, I have only marginally more of a clue now than I did 20 years ago.
Young people, don’t tell anybody I said this, but all us geezers are winging it nearly as much as you are.My parents, teachers, professors, mentors, bosses—all the “old” people I looked up to because I thought they had life figured out—had me completely snowed.