"I'm not an old man, I'm not an old man..."
Love and life in America..when your 57-85. So far, so good. Come the end of the year I will inch ever closer to being a statistic on this chart. I figure I might as well live well until then and then see where the chips fall. Right now the chips (rather, mashed potatoes and roasted chicken) have me up at three in the morning with a bit of indigestion. I've seen more of that in recent months than I have my entire life. I'll just chalk it up to fiscal worries and financial anxieties. Hmmm. Funny. I didn't see that small malady on the chart, but then again I didn't see stats listed for fifty one year old unemployed men whose partners and children live five hundred miles away. Maybe I need to get out my glasses and look at the fine print about living and loving large.