Yesterday I experienced a first (and how often does that happen at my age?) when I sat and chatted with a 100 year old woman. We even had something in common having both worked for the federal government. Although she worked for FDR in 1932. She was still sharp and witty and engaged and it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience.
I’m reminded of the reporter who was interviewing an local man on the occasion of his 100th birthday. “To what do you attribute your long life?” asked the intrepid young reporter. The old man didn’t hesitate in replying “Primarily to the fact that I haven’t died yet.”
I hear echoes of Groucho Marx in that reply.