Yesterday the first baby boomer turned 65. I’m ahead of the curve. I’m not exactly a member of “the greatest generation”. (Never mind that I was born in the wrong county for that). I’m apparently five years older than the oldest boomer, yet that is where I feel I fit. I was part of the large classes, the cold war nuclear threat and the bomb drills at school. I watched the Kennedy inaugural and funeral. I danced to rock and roll even though I was never an Elvis fan. I always thought I was a baby boomer. Now I have officially been displaced.
This is the year the first baby boomer turned 65. It is the year I turn 70. I know it is cliche to say this but it really has been a surprise to me. My friends are in their forties and fifties and seem to treat me as their contemporary. I just looked up mortality rates and it appears I have 19.2 more years. That puts a better perspective.
These are my musings. I’m still in search of a title. 70 by 70 just doesn’t resonate with me even that worked for my friends. My friend Debbie wrote 40 by 40 and another wrote 60 by 60. My writing will be more contemporaneous. The absolutely funny life of someone pushing 70 still talking about career success, fashion, dating and rock concerts.
So we begin this run on day two of the year I turn 70.
Stick around. There are surprises ahead. Good ones I hope.