Certain incidents in my life the past year or so are reminding me that I'm no longer a young spring chicken, youthful boyish good looks aside. My knees are essentially shot; running more than a block results in excruciating pain in my knee joints. When at a bar I increasingly consider the calorie content of beer. And most recently I found the mail I received from the US Social Security Administration incredibly fascinating reading.
Young padawans, this too will happen to you.