And you're a middle-aged guy like me, just hang out with much older people. I went to coffee with my Dad and his buddies today in Mpls. Just like me, my Dad goes to the same coffee shop every day but he goes at noon and hangs with his pals. I go in the AM in Los Angeles and bury my head in a laptop, getting work done and arguing with you guys.
The guy in the denim shirt furthest from camera is my Dad, he's 80 and hasn't eaten solid food in 10 years since he was sliced-up for throat cancer. His health was severely compromised but he's still ticking along. The guy nearest was my Dad's first law partner, I've known him since about 1962. Love the guy. He still works. The guy in the red shirt is 90 y.o. and fought in WW2. He's been friends with my Dad since about 1950. The other guy is another 80 year old friend who is in fantastic shape still, just truly amazing.
Jim, the 90 y.o., asked me how old I was now. I told him 52. Of course he said, "Jesus...just a baby."
It's all relative. To some college kid, I'm ancient. To a 90 y.o., I'm a kid. So there you have it.
