I get it---I'm old. One poster recently referred to DU as an "old folks home", or words to that

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64. I refuse to feel guilty just because I got up every morning.

Every old person got that way by getting up every morning. As a measure of anything useful, like talent, or accomplishment, or general educational level, or life experience, age is irrelevant. When people asked me how old I was I used to say: "Mentally I'm about seventy, chronologically, I'm (whatever I was), and emotionally I'm almost six." Now that I've passed my eightieth birthday, my emotional age remains the same. I have a clear memory of Robert Kennedy driving onto my college campus in NYS, in a convertible, to campaign for Senator of NY. I remember Kennedy was standing behind the front seat, and an aide sat next to him holding on to the back of Bobbie's belt, so he wouldn't flip or flop over the front seat. My first ever vote was for Bobbie for NYS Senator. A few years later, we all absorbed the news of his assassination, and Dr. King's, in the same disaster of a year. Joe Biden was Chairman of the Judiciary Committee when Clarence Thomas was nominated, and Joe could not protect Anita Hill. Joe has now nominated, successfully, Ketanji Brown Jackson to the Supreme Court. He lived, and he learned. I sometimes think it's because Mr. Biden knows this his last hurrah, or his next-to-last, that he can do the things he's done, like remove this country from the Afghanistan "war." He's a hell of a fine President, and it's because he not only lived through several administrations, he paid attention.

In fact, let's hear it for octogenarians who behave as though they're 32. Go, Joe!