I distinctly remember times when elder generations talked about the way things “used to be”. How hard things were when they grew up. How little they had and how lucky we were not to have lived during that time.

Now I’ve become a member of the “older” generation. I’m heading towards half a century. I’ve climbed to the top of the hill and am looking down. I’m heading south literally and figuratively. I’m on the descent heading towards AARP.

My biological clock ticks more loudly each day. Things get bruised and broken more easily. Things take longer to heal. Body parts I was born with are requiring extraction as they have outlived their functionality. I’m a product of planned obsolescence.

Things I’m familiar with are falling out of fashion, h...

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