I have a neighbor and friend across the street - great guy, active in T.E.A. party grassroots, has a business degree - and is 54 years old. He can’t land anything. He has to reek of desperation by now in those interviews. He’s going to be sitting across the desk from a twenty-something HR doofus playing with their cellphone during that interview and he’s going to try to keep from puking his guts out at another rejection. I went through the same for about 6 months in 2007 and I can’t tell you how many interviews I had with people who sized me up as from not just another generation, but from another planet - Planet Straight as I began to think of it. That strange world where men don’t talk like Valley girls, eat yogurt and take selfies. This buddy is not going to suddenly become someone else and re-invent himself to suit the times. I pity him. He spent 30 years working for his Dad in the pinball machine trade. Times changed on that enterprise too. Bah!