The son of my best friend from high school got married last weekend. Katie (my niece, who really isn’t my niece at all) and I were there and had a discussion about someone that sat a couple pews in front of us at the church. I explained that this person was my teacher in high school. Katie asked how that could be… that would make this person at LEAST 65. Heh. Well… yah.
All the men about my age (and younger, too) have gray hair — the women who don’t all color on a regular basis, I’m sure. I look at people at least 5 years younger than I am and think they look old. But rather than be depressed about this age thing, I try to look at the bright side, you guys. I might not be able to live on a luxury cruise ship at 84 years old like this chick, but I’m sure I can find something equally as awesome by the time I’m her age. And for now, I can afford color for my hair. 🙂