People often tell me I’m can be as young as I want to be. Now I’m finding out the President of the United States has some input on the matter. Last night he lumped me in with America’s “younger workers” (all those under age 55). I’ll be 51 in a few weeks, I’ve been paying taxes for 35 years, around the office when co-workers have questions about the aging process they ask me, and during check-ups my doctor writes a lot more on his clipboard than he used to. But by presidential decree I’m back with the youth of America. Guess I can start skipping the physicals.
There’s a trade-off, of course. I’ll be working until I’m 75 and then my benefits will be cut. I’m young again, though, and the president couldn’t have provided a more thoughtful birthday gift. Maybe later I’ll try touching my toes.
If it's any consolation, you don't sound 51.
Posted by: Alan Allport at February 3, 2005 07:49 AM