Whoa! That dude needs a helmet for those blazin' AOL-type speeds!
Let's talk about old: I have two examples:
1. Today, I spent several hours on the front porch, listening to the rain fall and watching the hummingbirds. Oh, and drinking margaritas while playing Scrabble. I'm only 35. How much further can I fall in the next 40years?
2. I went to the Honors Convocation, where the 4th year medical students are "hooded" and officially proclaimed "doctor" last week. It was my first time going as a faculty member, after graduating myself about 10 years ago. Geez, they looked young. Anyhoo, I was sitting with the other faculty in my department, right next to a guy we call, lovingly, "The Godfather", an Italian from NYC who's been with the med school for eons. I leaned over to him as one particularly young guy was getting his hood placed and said, "God, Lou, what is he? Like twelve?" Lou burst out laughing, grasped my hand and said, " Well, if he's twelve, you're only about fifteen!"
Yeah, it felt good! It's all good! Particularly after a couplathree margaritas...