A Child of the Sixties hits Sixty JOW

I used to worry about what it would be like to be middle-aged. Now I remember what it was like. It is hard to tell just when being middle-aged ends and being elderly begins these days, but turning 60 might just be one of those milestones. This comes home strongly to me when an old friend (and I use that term advisedly) passes that milestone. A true child of the Sixties had hit Sixty. Yes, Andy is now one of those fellows we used to watch sitting on the green benches in St. Petersburg back in our college days. I will grudgingly admit that he doesn’t act like an old fart, and he doesn’t look like some decrepit old geezer, and he certainly is in far better condition than most men ten years his junior. Looking fifty is great - if you’re sixty. Of course, the simple fact of the matter is: Andy is now sixty years of age and I am not.

It is not all bad, is it? The sixties is the stage in your life when you become mature, reliable and dependable. In other words, you have become boring, predictable and conventional. Don’t give up enthusiasm for life just because you’ve reached the grand age of sixty. Do something outrageous and crazy – take up fly tying or stamp collecting; right after your afternoon nap.
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Mary Ellen, another woman of a certain age, reminds me that women are angels. If their wings are broken they simply continue to fly;
On a broomstick – they are flexible that way.

Here are three groaners for your amusement.
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There were once two baker’s shops in a small village. They were in fierce competition, with half the village going to one, and the other half shopping at the other.
One day, one of the bakers bought himself a new device that he found for sale in the city - it was a bread slicing machine that could slice four loaves at once, using four large blades.
Suddenly, he found himself getting all the business in the town. No one went to the other baker's shop anymore and it was forced out of business.
After he had closed the shop for the final time, the second baker went to visit the first, to ask for a job.
"How did you do it?" he asked, "How did you get so much business from me? You just got so much good luck all of a sudden."
"I'm not sure," said the first baker, "but I think it's got something to do with this four-loaf-cleaver I found..."

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Kenny Rogers and his entourage are aboard their tour bus on their way to a concert in Denver, when they get a flat tire. The mechanic jumps off the bus to fix the flat, but because they're already behind schedule and in a hurry, he neglects to double check that the lug nuts are properly tightened down.
Shortly thereafter, as the bus goes around a curve on a twisty mountain highway, the entire wheel comes off. The bus veers off the road, and plunges down the side of the mountain.
Everybody on board is killed, except for a young "roadie" who happened to be lying in his bunk, and was somewhat shielded from the crash by his mattress.
The kid is lying in his hospital bed being interviewed by the press, and one reporter asks him if Kenny Rogers had said any last words?
"Yes," said the young man, "he did." As the bus went over the edge I could hear Mr. Rogers singing......
"You picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel!!!"

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Two men were out hunting in the woods. One of them was an avid hunter; he took pride in shooting perfect trophy deer. The other was his friend: a peaceful nature loving fellow, who didn't really want to hurt anything.
They had been out in the woods for some time, when they picked up the tracks of a deer. They soon caught up with it, and when they saw it, it was obvious why it had been so easy to catch up to: one eye was clouded with a cataract.
The hunter started to take aim with his gun, but his friend begged him to stop.
“I wouldn’t do that,” he said, "I think that's a bad eye deer"