“You Don’t Look Your Age” (Musings on Turning 73 and What Looking One’s Age
I used to relish what I interpreted as a compliment when someone looked at my driver’s license and said, “No, way! You don’t look your age!” And I’d feel all warm and fuzzy and say, “Oh, yes, that is my birthdate.” And they’d say, “Well, you could have fooled me!” (or something to that effect). And I’d walk away, smiling—grateful that the crows’ feet at the corners of my eyes or the slowly deepening wrinkles on my face didn’t yet scream out, “Get thee to a plastic surgeon fo