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. smile


Been there, done that, the washing machine ate the T-shirt