While chowing down on pulled pork at Big Lou’s Barbecue earlier today I happened to gaze around the room. With the exception of wait staff, there wasn’t a person under 75 in the place. Devoted Spouse and I were the youngest there. Not only that, every other table was medically assisted in some way; one lady in a wheelchair, one on oxygen, a cane. It was depressing. When I pointed out to Devoted Spouse the fact that the other diners had canes, oxygen, walkers, etc., he rapidly reminded me about his own medical assistance; hearing aids. We truly fit in with the rest of the group.
Then I realized what time it was — barely 5:00 pm. We had reached a new retirement milestone — eating dinner at an ungodly early hour like old geezers. And we enjoyed it. I better shuffle off to bed now.