Jan 9
4 min read
A Boomer’s Lament:
Wrestling with Father Time
A few years ago, when I was only 61, I went to a movie at one of those deluxe theaters, where the seats are basically lazy-boy recliners. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, and my friend decided to get our tickets in advance. When I asked him how much I owed, he explained that I saved two dollars, because he had bought one adult ticket (for him), and one senior –- for me. Even with the…
