Alice in InfoLand

 

When I get older losing my hair
many years from now
will you still be sending me a valentine
birthday greeting, bottle of wine
If I’d been out till quarter to three
would you lock the door
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four

FWIW, I am now officially 64 years old, and have the pension and social security checks to show for it.  However, I definitely do not feel “old” — as in useless, irrelevant, and out-of-touch — and I’m annoyed at the way my generation of  PRE-baby-boomers are rarely considered worthy of mention any more, as though our accumulated knowledge and experience no longer count for anything.  My body may not be as agile as it once was (back in my teens), but my mind still works just fine, thank you, and I love the way this new interwebby thing continues to expand my horizons.

 
According to my horoscope, “Creative, social, and financial matters are strong, pleasantly stimulating, and growth-oriented this year. Saving and making money comes more easily than usual. Your mind is sharp and communications are effective. Smoothing over differences through communicating with others is easier than ever.  As long as you avoid overextending yourself, this can be a strong year for advances of all kinds.” 

So watch out world —- this catalytic curmudgeon is still alert and oriented!

(And mutual birthday congratulations to Steven M. Cohen}

Send me a postcard, drop me a line
stating point of view
indicate precisely what you mean to say
yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer fill in a form
mine forever more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four

 

—lyrics by Paul McCartney (NOT John Lennon)