A few weeks ago, I watched an 85-year-old Jack Nicklaus slowly bend over to put a tee in the ground. He was an honorary starter at the Masters Golf tournament, which he won six times.
I thought about Jack as I leaned over to take this photo after first stretching my hamstrings. I’m a decade younger and just purchased my first pair of slip-on shoes. I’m almost afraid to say “they feel like slippers.” I’ve never worn slippers.
But they do.
Worse, they work. Meaning, without hinging, I slip my left foot in, then my right, and start walking without tying the shoelaces.
Ye Gods! Aren’t codger shoes supposed to have straps?
And what happened to my grandmother’s ugly, fabric-stuffed rocking chair?
It’s almost like there’s a conspiracy to make aging cool.
Then, everyone will want to join us.
Even Presidents.
