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⚑ September 16, 2017

Goodby Cassini πŸ€–

The probe, doing its job.

The probe, doing its job.

All this year, I’ve been lucky enough to be able to worry and fuss about what it means to be 70 years old. All the decades up till now have had relatively pleasant social implications–from teenage driving and voting to drinking in your 20s, to maybe having a mid-life crisis; to retiring. But 70 is the first decade that deposits the bitter truths on your doorstep: less road, short runways, volcano. As of 2017, the human life span stretches to somewhere around 120, which means that even the most optimistic among us can no longer claim to be middle-aged.

Last night Bill Maher was positively gleeful that his panel of Salmon Rushdie, Fran Lebowitz, and Tim Gunn were all over the age of 60. Our Potemkin president’s age is talked about frequently, and Hillary is 70, too. Wonderful people of accomplishment, all holding the short end of the stick now. The odds are going to get you. It’s only a matter of time. πŸ”