3. The Good Old Days

Most seniors (I am 76) romanticize the distant past. I glory in the present. Simple pleasures may be the best but I enjoy the more complex. I will defend my laptop and Kindle to the death. Hate it or love it, I can’t imagine life without Google.

I live like a (happily married) monk on a mountain in the middle of a Caribbean island. I have virtually no neighbors, rarely have visitors, and avoid traveling into the nearest town. I go into the city, San Juan, once a month to dine with friends. Yet I am in frequent contact with my far flung former colleagues and acquaintances through the internet. I see my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren on FaceTime. I joke that I am one of the oldest geezers on Facebook.

None of this was possible in the “good old days.” For me, the good old days are now.