Scrolling through Facebook on a hot day, I came across one of those things "Find Your Stripper/Witch/Drag Queen Name" and foolishly read on.
Your first name is the name of the oldest person you know . . . and that stopped me cold as I realized I know only a handful of people older than I (82). And that's only by a few months or a couple of years.
Of course I know of some folks in their nineties and beyond, but suddenly it was borne in on me that among the folks around that I count as friends, I am definitely the older generation.
It's weird. In my grade at school I was always the youngest (and usually the tallest -- now I've lost a few inches.)
Ch-ch-ch-change. The wheel turns and I shouldn't be surprised.
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