azbob, which I assume stands for bob in AZ, you exhibit true bob-ish qualities. As I sneak up on 60, this philosophy above is what keeps me from even considering feeling sorry for myself. I have gained so much over the years that it would be foolish to mourn what little I have lost (heck, if a mile really needs to be run, I'll HIRE someone to do it). I have wisdom (such as it is) I have friends (not just "current" friends) I don't spend a lot of money following fashion trends (I probably still have a leftover current trend in my wardrobe). I care less what people think of shallow thoughts. Hey, I'm happier than I have ever been. I have those that love me, for whatever reason, and those I love.
I wonder sometimes what the younger or more vain think of us when we smile at them. Little do they know. He he he.