On Being a Nonagenarian
I have been a nonagenarian for three months, an experience I never expected but one for which I am grateful. When I was young I assumed that my life span would be the traditional “three score and ten”. When my father and two of his brothers each passed away around their seventieth birthdays, this assumption was reinforced. Somehow I have dodged that bullet and am currently enjoying exploring my tenth decade. These days, when people inquire “How are you?”, the inquiry is closer to being a question regarding my current life expectancy rather than a polite inquiry into my overall…