Monday, August 22, 2016
Will they still need me, will they still read me, when I'm 64?
Today I am 64 years old. In other words:
I am two years older than John Wayne was when he starred in True Grit.
I am two years older than Cary Grant was when he retired from movies.
I am one year older than Walter Brennan was when he appeared in the first episode of The Real McCoys.
I am 14 years older than Claude Rains was when he appeared in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.
I am 10 years older than Bette Davis was when she starred in What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?
I am 11 years older than Warren Oates was when he died, seven years older than Humphrey Bogart was when he died, five years older than Clark Gable when he died.
And you know what? They’re all gone. All of them. But I’m still standing. I would do well to be grateful. I would do better not to waste any time I have left.