Does life really begin at 60?

Read with interest this morning the article about the first batch of baby boomers turning 60 beginning 2006. Oh Lordy I thought, that includes yours truly. Just think, in 20 years I’ll be 80 years old. That my friend is older than dirt. Of course, used to think people past 40 were old.

Having out lived both parents’ age by 7 years, one feels fortunate to have made it this far and long.

Would like to hang around long enough to see if the granddaughters have twins since they run in the family.

The Mrs. says twins are from the woman’s side of the family and I had nothing to do with our set of twins. First off, my mother was a twin and I had a little something to do with our set of twins’ thank you very much. We were married for 13 months and had two kids.

Bad health and limited physical problems are what make people seem old. Of course, our twins going on 35 are enough to make one feel old or at least older.

Seems as though the secret for feeling young is by staying busy and some regular exercise; the key there is regularity, it works in more ways than one.

The big city paper showed 30+ photos of people hitting 60 years old in 2006. Some look real good, while some others look rode hard and put up wet. Interesting article indeed as I found out Tommy Lee Jones and Oliver Stone are 6 days older than me.

Poor ole Jimmy Buffet’s birthday is December 25th. What a bummer.

Does life really begin at 60? You tell me.

One must not take life too seriously, ‘cause nobody gets out alive anyway.

Statistics show that at the age of seventy, there are five women to every man. Isn’t that the darndest time for a guy to get those odds?

Maybe it’s true that life begins at sixty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.



Old age is when your friends compliment you on your alligator shoes and you are barefoot.

The trouble with old age is that it does not last long.

Old age ain’t no place for sissies.

Then this man was telling his neighbor, “I just bought a new hearing aid. It cost me over four thousand dollars, but it is state of the art.”

“Really,” asked the neighbor, “What kind is it?”

“Twelve Thirty.”