Okay, here it is. Today this maven is 70 years
old. That means I have completed seven decades of living. That means I have
lived longer than my father and my two grandfathers. (My gratitude to the
scientists who developed statin drugs). That means I can no longer deny that I
have become an elder. That also means that I am a lot closer to death than to
birth. And yet, has anything changed?
So, how can I explain it? Am I another Dorian Gray? Is it only the image in the mirror that is aging?
Paul Simon was right: “How terribly strange to be seventy.”