In these intervening weeks, and coupled with my contemplation, a piece of mail that I got yesterday gave me some pause.
Was it one of those inane "Over The Hill" cards from a "friend?" No.
It was an invitation to join AARP.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Well, I guess I laughed more than anything...seeing as it will be another twenty years before I can join the organization that assures that all people over fifty get deep discounts on hotels and a soul-crushingly boring magazine (it makes airline magazines seem like Playboy).
I am pretty sure that this was a case of sales of mailing lists being sold, and who knows has access to your address anymore. I guess I must do/buy/read something that a lot of more "mature" people do/buy/read.
Nevertheless, it did give me pause. I guess I am getting older, and though I am not fifty yet, I have had the personality of an old man for most of my adult life, so I've got that down.
I also have down the constant complaining, the tendency towards cheapness, the varicose veins, the salty attitude toward most children and my predeliction for "old man bars."
I guess if you consider these stereotypes of old men to be true and that age is a relative thing, I, in many ways, have been an old man for some time now.
Now, if those damned kids would turn that music and let me watch Andy Rooney in peace...