Reflection on Getting Older...
Well, it’s happening. I’m getting old. Maybe I shouldn’t say old ; I’m getting older . As I write this article, I’m 63. And according to some commercials I’ve heard on the radio, 65 is something like the new 40; but I neither look nor feel 40. I remember 40 and this (excuse the grammar) ain’t it. If you’re reading this and you happen to be 75, according to my reckoning, 75 should be the new 50. Good luck with that, I hope it works for you. OK, you might be wondering, what’s this guy talking about and why? I’ll tell you. I come from a somewhat large family by most standards. Eleven children were born into the Jesse and Gladys Brown clan in Wichita, Kansas. I was fourth in the birth order and to date I’ve lost a younger sister and two older brothers. And when I was a younger man I hardly gave death a passing thought. Like most, I just assu...