I know I’m getting old, but it still surprises me how many other people notice this, too.
I passed a panhandler on the street this week, and he called out to me “Hey, Clint Eastwood!”
The grandkids called my wife for her birthday, and reassured her that “You’re not old. Grandpa’s old.”
This morning I walked up the stairs to the top of our building (twenty floors). I was waiting to take the elevator down (save the knees) when the roof inspectors came by.
“You live on twenty?” one asked.
“No, I just walk up the stairs for exercise,” I replied.
“Twenty floors?! You’re kidding!”