You two have obviously got all this more in hand than the next 30 aging couples. Bravo!!
I bailed out of IT in my mid 50s. Could not take the continuous upgrades, revolutions, new paradigms, and the general need to drink from the “New and Improved!!!1!1!!” firehose every day just to stay in the same place.
I feel your pain.
That one is mine~already claimed. I’m smack dab in the middle of the prairie tall grasslands of the Great Plains.
Thanks LSL. I’m a lucky guy.
You could have ended this statement right here.
Good suggestions. But enipla (Alpine) is not necessarily just about where I live. Alpine was the name of my first dog.
this new millenium (anybody remember the Y2K-bug a “couple” of years ago?) … well this new millenium has more years already than my birthyear was away from Hitler’s death …
heck … fork me sideways!!!
That’s true for everyone born after 1969. So 56 this year. Easily 2/3rds of Dopers.
Late edit. Oops. Anyone born before 1969.
I love metal and hard rock and I go to concerts solo just to enjoy the show. About five years ago I went to a Monster Truck (a Canadian rock band) concert in Montreal in a fairly small venue (the Corona, for any Montrealers out there). Anyway, there was a small mosh pit that I decided to check out (I was a few weeks shy of turning 60).
I had the time of my life for the remainder of the concert and all these 18 to 20 year olds completely welcomed me into the pit, with many giving me high fives and thumbs up. When the show ended and the lights came on, one young guy asked me how old I was. I told him I was 60 and his response was a very enthusiastic “I love your fucking energy man!” I then realized that I was the same age as their grandparents 
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When I was a kid my dad would gripe about prices, like “I remember when this was only…” I would roll my eyes. Now I do it.
I also knew I was getting old when my high school music was on the oldies stations.
I do a lot of dancing in venues catering to much younger folks. I’ve found them universally welcoming. Just don’t get aggressive w their ladies; bring one of your own.
They might be rolling their eyes w my back turned but most are somewhere between supportive & amazed I can keep up. Maybe like the apocryphal comment about the circus dancing bear: not that he does it well, but simple amazement that he can do it at all. 
Fun in any case & that’s all that matters.
Oooops! I hadn’t realized that this is true for me as well. 
Thanks for… whatever. Fork me sideways too. Sigh…
I think a key to these things is to be authentic and non-judgmental. Sounds like you’ve got a good thing btw.
I was talking with someone recently and the subject of food prices came up. I mentioned remembering when ground beef was 99 cents a pound.
I remember when gasoline was 30 cents a gallon.
Me too. I was in driver’s ed.
By the time I graduated from driver’s ed & got my license it was $1.79. If you could get it at all. Talk about getting an “A” in Timing.
One of my high school classmates’ kids just turned 40. I’m only 57!
I remember gas being 19 cents. 16 during a gas war between stations. The former is fairly close to what I’ve paid for gas recently after adjusting for inflation.
I recall numbers of about that size as a little kid riding around w Mom. But not as a driver myself. I’m old, but not quite that old.
IOW 
not 
Ms Napier, 72, just got carded yesterday.
The only thing anyone remembers from that show is Daisy Duke’s shorts!