When I was younger, I really used to look up to 'seasoned citizens', they were survivors of the Depression, WWII, Korea. People of substance.... I looked up to them, I still do. My dad was a Korea vet.
Now the weird hippies from when I was born are weird old hippies, but still protesting "The War". I realized I don't need more respect, we need a better crop of oldsters.
But it is funny when they stamp their arthritic feet and try to wrinkle their bo-toxed foreheads....
Play or fold, you only get one hand.