Many of you who have been following me know my thoughts about the myth of ‘experience’. When somebody tells me they’ve spent 20 years doing something, the only thing that interests me is where they are right now and if they are happy. Any one of us can become obsolete in a moment and most people don’t give a damn about your war stories. (By the way, if you have to start a pep talk with ‘Back when I was ….’, you’ve lost the room. Nobody gives a ____. Today, ‘back-in-the-day’ means a year ago.)
So for old guys like me (37), what is the value of living longer beyond getting a year closer to those sweet, sweet line-dance club memberships for seniors?