I'm 65. Yesterday I went to see my cardiologist. Yes, I have a cardiologist. I got on the elevator with two old people. Both had canes. I don't use mine all the time but I do take my cane with me when I go places I'm unfamiliar with, in case there is a high curb. I messed up my knee a few years ago and the cane is more or less like a security blanket.

Those two old people on the elevator looked at me and both of them raised their canes in camaraderie and for just a second I thought to myself, "AS IF" until I caught a glimpse of myself in the shiny metal of those elevator doors as I exited.

Good grief, I'm old. Since Covid I haven't gotten my hair cut so I pile the mess of it on top of my head into a gray bun. Nothin' sexy 'bout that.

Still, I like being 65. People believe I'm wise. The cane and the bun add to the illusion.