Here’s another one. Although I’m twenty-five above the ears (except for the rapidly receding hairline). Below the navel–don’t ask.
Oh, he does not. His voice is higher and his hair is grayer.
66, until January when I will be 65.
Lordy, Lordy, I’m sure glad I’m not 40. (anymore)
Things get nifty when your 50.
Been 60 for a month now and I can still ride my hard tail chopper.
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Hey jackelope: You might have missed on me, but you hit Bubba dead-solid perfect at 40.
There are some compensations to being 60:
I saw Elvis perform live on stage in a movie theater in 1956.
Saw Bill Haley, Chuck Berry and Carl Perkins in ‘57.
Saw Johnny Cash, Buddy Holly and Lightnin’ Hopkins in '58.
Saw Jerry Lee Lewis, Fats Domino, Little Richard and Muddy Waters in '59.
Along with other luminaries too numerous to name.
Man, I was there and watched Rock ‘n’ Roll being born!
Biggirl:
Alas,I’m now 64.(Will you still need me,will you still feed me…)
All you fogies are hard to believe when you say how much better it is now than when you were x years younger. I call FOLDEROL! I direly miss cigarettes,booze,strange women,my 35ish body,and,and,well okay,that would be enough.
And like the rest,I have boundless admiration for David Simmons.
Has anyone else noticed that a lot of our “DoperGolds” seem to have December/January birthdays? Hmm… let’s see. Um, March or so, in the days of wood heating. Sounds about right! 
Feel young… hang out in the geezer threads!
Good Grief! I had John Carter of Mars pegged in his 30’s, too.
Like Ginger I think every one is like me. Mid 30’s and fabulous, dahlink.
David Simmons since you are the current whippersnapper around these parts, I have to ask you a few questions:
1)How did you find our boards and what bits of life’s wisdom would you care to impart to us wet-behind-the-ears dopers?
2)How is it that you managed to figure out your computer and the internet and the vast world of the web, when I cannot get my mom - just a few years younger than you - to grasp the concept of operating her VCR and answering machine? ( Was it by sheer will and determination or were you just avoiding other things on your to-do list?)
I am SO over the 60’s…bell bottoms, tie-die, brown rice, LBJ…
But I am not 60…yet…
Reminds me of a sitcom where someone comes up to two women and asks one, “how old are you?”
One of the women says, “almost 40.”
After that person leaves the one woman said, “You are such a liar. I know for a fact you are 43.”
“Well, that’s almost 40.”
The one thing I will say…60 is no longer what it used to be. When I was a kid, that meant one foot in the grave…now it is practically mid-life!
I use to say anything over 65 was a voice out of the past, but I don’t say that anymore (66, and I havent figured out the computer yet).
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Dude! You’ve given these delights up because…?
Only that the idea that age = wisdom is illusory.
I didn’t, others figured it out years ago and taught it to me.
I’ll be 60 in about 40 years, does that count?
Some of you have seen me mention this before, but my mother is 90 and has a boyfriend about six years younger. They met in assisted care and now live in rooms next to each other. They are truly in love and I think that is just glorious.
They love it when I tease her about robbing the cradle.
She says that you are always the same age inside. I’m beginning to believe it.
David Simmons, you are a mess…
Do any of you remember listening to Red Barber or Mel Allen?
If you guys can keep this thread going for about 9 more months, I’m home free. I was 59 this past July.
RT thinks I’m older just because I saw Ted Williams hit a few out of old Griffith Stadium and watched Sammy Baugh quaterback the Redskins his last year in the league.
I remember the day FDR died (one of my earliest memories). I remember the day Hiroshima went up in a mushroom cloud (my father said war would never be the same). I remember when Ted Williams hit Luke Sewell’s blooper pitch out of the park in the 1946 All-star game (they said it couldn’t be done).
But the good old days? Load of bull. I also remember that every year thousands of people would be killed or crippled by polio and you would often see people walking using crutches and braces. I remember that people who had pneumonia were halfway to the grave. When 18 year olds were being drafted. When if you didn’t have the money, there was almost no way of going to college (I did but only by a most unlikely stroke of fortune). No, life is altogether better these days.
I am a tender young 38 but I remember my Mom, who died in 01 at 60, telling me one of her most powerful memories of her teens was standing inline with her Mom to get her siblings polio shots. About 1954 or so? She said she could still see Gran’s relief at not having to worry anymore about the kids getting polio.
I’m more vapid than ever and rapidly getting vapider.
Wow, this is so cool. David Simmons, I’m going to cite you to my mom, who resists learning the computer (I have a nice user-friendly Mac set up for her and everything!) Just yesterday she finally learned how to use a CD player, which I consider to be a major breakthrough!
My mom talks about living on the farm in South Dakota, where they had an outhouse and a dirt floor. (They were really poor.) Pretty amazing. She’s always got colorful tales to tell about the farm.
On a semi-related hijack–a former cow-orker assumed that I’d know all about growing up with outhouses, and seemed amazed when I told her that no, we never had outhouses in the San Fernando Valley during my childhood (60s and 70s). This cow-orker is in her late 50s, and grew up (I assume) in the Midwest. Were outhouses really that common still in the 40s, for instance (when this cow-orker grew up)? While my mom grew up with them, she lived on a dirt poor farm. My dad (older than my mom) grew up in the suburbs of S. California, was also poor for a lot of that time, but always lived in a place that had indoor plumbing. <end of hijack>