Na-na na-na na-na, age changes perspective
Aging changes one’s perspectives — including one’s perspective on when, exactly, old age begins. I’ll let you know when I find out. It’s not yet. Sure, there’s a glitch in my hip, a creak in my knees and a blinding lightening of my hair. Yes, we are required to file for a permit from the fire department before lighting the candles on my birthday cake. But old age isn’t yet. That’s not what I used to think. I was outraged in August 1977 when a disc jockey lamented on air that Elvis died so young. “What does he mean ‘young’? The man was FORTY-TWO years old,” ...