Musings

Very recently as I approached the departure line for immigration a young uniformed worker approached me and said, “Excuse me sir, I don’t mean to be rude but how old are you?” I laughed as I told her and she escorted me to the much shorter line for the elderly.

I’m consciously aware of my advanced age but from inside my head I see the world as if I were forty or so. Yesterday I saw someone wearing a T-shirt that read, “It feels weird being the same age as all these old people.”

With each advancing year my body is betraying me as old age takes over. The exception is when I’m out drinking and mongering. Seriously, I feel 40 again for weeks at a time. Eventually I find myself laying in bed in a hotel room, wondering if I’ll wake up alive or dead.

Maybe beer and naked women are the secret fountain of youth.