Young Old
January 18, 2017
As of today, I have officially crossed the border into old-ness. According to this, I'm now a member of the "young old." I'm okay with it; it would be pretty sad if I weren't, wouldn't it? I mean, how would I resist? I can't call my member of Congress and demand that I stop growing older. One thing I've noticed is that I seem to be "cute" now. For example, Joe and I were eating... Read more →