One should respect their elders but as time goes on they get fewer and fewer in numbers. Rather than accept growing old gracefully, I fight back. Try parachuting out of a perfectly good airplane sometime. Or para sailing. The older I get the less fear I should show. I’m going to die anyways. Don’t fear the reaper the song says. I came into this world naked, kicking and screaming and with somebody elses blood all over my body and I can go out the same way.
I’ve grown to be a creature of comfort—and there’s great success in that endeavor! Hollywoodies are fighting a battle that they cannot win; and I’m playing a hand that I cannot lose.
Love your last sentence. I’ve got to work that into a conversation before I forget it. I just turned 66 and it’s beginning to happen a lot.