May 25, 2005
Seventy
Later on this year, a friend of mine will be seventy years old. He’s thinking about retiring and wondered if I might have some bit of counsel about that to assure him that his world was not coming to an end. He was implying that mine had not.
He has his own business as a computer programmer. He’s a mathematician, a polyglot (German, French, and, of course, English, or else I couldn’t have presumed to understand him), a world traveler, a farmer, a rare automobile fancier and rebuilder, a practicing churchman, a benefactor, and perhaps best of all, an accomplished musician. He may have a hobby or two. We didn’t really get into that.
He’s also a life-long bachelor. I told him that seventy had never had it so good.