Oh be careful what you wish for. It seems that my sixties are over-represented by my lifetime of small injuries showing up and saying “Hey! Remember me? hee-hee.” And when I am feeling good about myself and I am interacting with some fun folks, hearing them say “I wish my parents were like you!” And getting a senior discount when I didn’t ask for it, dammit. And when I am walking through the airport with my skis in my Douche Bag (trademark), just getting dirty looks from all the cute girls. (And knowing that it is a little bit creepy that I am noticing that they are cute...).