People who didn’t know me fifty years ago
think I look great and are kind enough to

say so. Those who knew me fifty years ago
or longer and see me again after all those

years exclaim, “What happened to you?” And
so it goes. I now pay attention to those who

say, “I can’t believe you are seventy-three.
You look great.” In appreciation, I humbly

say, “Thank you,” and then do a fist pump
and embrace my stylishly shaved head.