As my dear friend Fleur pointed out, "it's only you that's in a rush to be 60!" She has a point. Why hurtle towards this milestone when you can saunter in the general direction, smelling the sweet pollen on the air, savoring the residual elasticity in your knees that will surely evaporate at the turn of the decade. The "9's" are such cliffhangers, that's why. No one wants to be a "9", least of all 9 year olds. There is something awkward about it; it's not a fully formed nu

Not the shine the chandelier type or divest of threadbare socks; more a flushing through of those built up bodily toxins! Also not the scheduling of a colonoscopy, if you were wondering! For those in the UK, after the age of fifty, the US medical mafia demand you have a colonoscopy. For them, this is a no brainer. For us, it is a humiliating poop fest culminating in a camera having its way in your colon and producing lovely pictures of pink tunnels you can never unsee. You

Extrapolations from this title are endless! I challenge you to send me some! I was struck, without any chagrin, that by 60 you are smaller. This may be true as we do appear to lose length as we age, but we are also not as relevant in the world. We have lived more than half our lives and our opinions and needs are mostly in the rear view mirror. Younger people listen less to what us oldies have to say because they assume we are behind the curve. We probably are behind their