It’s been a long-time coming, but it came. I remember when I turned 50 and received an invitation to become a member of AARP. I hid the invitation. I didn’t want to go to that party. I was too young, still too full of myself. A senior? Forget it! Last week, while checking out of the supermarket, a 17-year-old bag boy with bluish-blond hair said rather proudly, “Old timer, … [Read more...]