Here's how you can tell when an old guy is worth listening to.
Let’s take a moment to praise dirt—the honest dirt you get beneath your fingernails.
These days I’m kidding myself if I insist I’m middle-aged. I’m 64, and counting. Sure, the hair-color ads and the AARP insist that the 60’s are the new 50’s or 40’s or whatever, but that’s just people selling you something.
One of the great truisms of life is that we should be careful what we wish for. It’s good advice for us as individuals, and as societies.