Over the speed limit

Forints Ekim 05, 2022

Saturday, I start cruising over the speed limit. My accelerator moves from 55 to 56 on April 21, and barring any unforeseen catastrophes (and goodness knows, anything can happen), things only speed up from here on out.

This is not going to be a post about the trials and tribulations of aging. Nor is it one about the wisdom of age. (In fact, I've found that in some ways I'm getting wiser, but in a whole slew more, I'm just as big a nincompoop as I ever was. Remind me again when that wisdom-thing's supposed to kick in - )

No, I refuse to wax philosophical, but if I'm heading hell-for-leather toward 60, I want to know who's going with me. I ain't a-goin' alone! Here's a partial list of born-in-'51ers, class-of-'69ers:

Kirstie Alley (No wonder she's channeling Jenny Craig.)

Rush Limbaugh (Noooooooooooooooooooo! He has to be much older than me.)

Phil Collins (So does he.)

Jane Seymour (The Medicine Woman, not Henry the VIII's wife. I'm not that old.)

Kurt Russell (Yu-um.)

Olivia Hussey (But I thought Juliet died at 13 . . .)

Sally Ride (Astronaut-chick)

Richard Thomas (Goodnight, John Boy)

Anjelica Huston (Love her, but she does kinda look like a drag queen. Maybe that's the look I need. Hm.)

Cheryl Ladd (second-tier Angel)

Lynda Carter (Yes, we are all still Wonder Women.)

Queen Noor of Jordan (A queen. That's what I think I'll be when I retire.)

Julie Kavner (Yes! Marge Simpson and I are the same age! Sa-weet!)

Michael Keaton (Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlej - )

Sting (What the . . .? Boy, he is an old fart, ain't he?)

There's a bunch more, and I won't bore you with the entire list. But it's all pedal-to-the-metal from now on, you aging rockers, athletes, and beauty queens. Eat my dust, chirruns!