I'm
oofing at 42 having spent my knees on too dang many jumps out of a perfectly good airplane and another ten on the decks of ocean-going tugs before I hit 32. Then there's the fact that my (repeat-
my) comfy leather chair in the living room is a bit low. My car is also a bit low to the ground, and I park uphill.
I still happen to be a darn good-looking fella, if I do say so myself. (My wife of 18 years agrees... boy, have I got her fooled, or what?)