AGELESS THINKING, AGELESS LIVING

ON A GORGEOUS crystal-clear afternoon, walking along the lakeside path toward our sailboat, my husband and I passed four boys fishing by the path. In reply to some question that I couldn't hear, one of the boys remarked that he was waiting to cast his line—because he didn't want to hit "the old lady."

As I glanced around, it suddenly struck me that I was the only person he could have been referring to. Who, me? Surely, I didn't hear him correctly? Regrettably, though, my husband had also heard the remark. So there it was.

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