I spent a few minutes yesterday with a gentlemen who will soon be celebrating his 95th birthday. In a few days, our family will celebrate my father’s 80th. (He’s the guy in the picture with the light above his ear, talking to his older brother, Paul.) It wasn’t very long ago that I experienced the traditional “over-the-hill” ribbing that comes with accumulating fifty birthdays.
I’ve been thinking about that “over-the-hill” stuff. The joke behind the term is that you have spent your youth, that your strength has dwindled and your knowledge is outdated.