If you have lived through 11 months of being 89, you are in spitting distance of a great goal, 90. The papers should have hedged what they said about Lauren Bacall's age. Dammit, she almost made 90. And to call McCain 81 at his death a few days before his 82th birthday--that's like a really lousy umpire saying, Tough, but one tip of a finger on the plate does not count. When you are old, you look ahead for the next milestone. My Aunt Essie, who lived in three centuries, but not very long in 2 of them, always looked ahead to her next birthday, starting the day after a birthday.
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