Hi, all you "youngsters" -- podunkmarte here, after an hour or so reading a lot of letters to "the other part of Salon" in what I knew would be a partly (but I hoped not wholly!) vain search for ?a kindred spirit?.
It was pretty depressing but that's my fault, really; I was feeling a bit limp meself and stayed with a letters thread much too long to expect anything very concise after something like eleven pages of previous posts. :-)
Well, my title for this post comes from a book that my (forty years older than I and I now fourteen months short of EIGHTY!) mother surprised me by reading when it felt to me only like minutes since she'd still been beating me on the tennis court.
Are there enough of us Old Geezers here at Open Salon to start a kind of ?fellow-sufferers?! thread? Anyone around who'd like to exchange some "thunks" about ?"old age"? itself ... without its necessarily having to relate to the latest print headline or tv topic of the day? [If _you_'re not yet "old", feel free to post your concerns for the "old geezers" among your family or friends you either love or hate, &etc., o.k.?]
I sure would love to hear from you!! Who knows ... if I get enough encouragement ... I might even figure out how to post a photo of me instead of that dumb image that's all that shows right now!!