While Alexander’s accomplishments were great, this is simply untrue. There was plenty more to conquer and Alexander knew it, but his generals refused.
Yeah, that was the trouble with turning 50. It seems like if I was ever going to accomplish anything, I’d have done it by now. So I guess I can kiss that Nobel prize and Olympic gold medal goodbye.
Likewise. When my dad was my age, he had just been promoted (the state patrol made him supervisor over a big chunk of the state) and he moved us from the big city to this little inbred, no-opportunity town where I’m still scraping to make ends meet.
Let’s see, when John Lennon was my age he got murdered.
When Bill Clinton was my age, he was Governor of Arkansas. 
So, after 59 years Mr Webber STILL hasn’t written anything worth hearing. 
When Thomas Jefferson was my age, he was writing the Declaration of Independence.
When Carl Djerassi was my age, he’d helped invent the Pill 5 years ago.
When Galois was my age, he’d been dead for 12 years.
This is all very depressing.
When my dad was my age, he was already going bald. Thanks for the genes, Mom!