Well, I turned 64 this past week, and I am definitely still feeding myself. I tip the scales at 190 on my skinny days. I’m also still paying bills, so I guess I’m still needed. I received several birthday cards, and I drink wine daily, so I can check off that question, too. As far as the final question, if I was ever out ‘til quarter to three, I wouldn’t need to worry about being locked out. My wife would have already contacted highway patrol and filed a missing person’s report. I haven’t been out past midnight since before Reagan’s presidency.
I wonder what McCartney thinks of his song now. He’s looking at 64 in the rearview mirror. The knighted mega-millionaire turned 74 this past June. Maybe he’s working on a sequel, When I’m 94. If he is, I might suggest the following questions find their way into his tune:
Will Medicare still heal me?
Will Social Security still feed me?
Will you still be sending me a get-well card, bedside flowers, graveside stone?
If I fall and make a mess, will you mop the floor?
Check back. I plan to update this blog post in 30 years.