Birthday

I got a call yesterday from the secretary of an organization I belong to. “Would you send me the information on that new member we just inducted?” I am membership chairman so I keep that information on new members.

As I typed the information in an e-mail I noticed that the new member had the same birth year as me. But I thought she was in her mid to late 60’s, possibly even 70. Which makes me aware of how different “60” can be, depending on its bearer.

Today is my birthday, and I hate it. I made it through the 40’s and 50’s just fine, but this one has me bummed. I have decided that I am not going to look or act 60. True to my Baby Boomer cohort, I am going to be dragged kicking into the 60’s.

So if you ask me how old I am, the answer is 50.

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