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It’s not a bad age to be by any stretch

By JANICE KIASKI 4 min read

I think I'm going to like being 65.

It doesn't seem like a number that's all that high or over the top now that I'm here and claim it as part of who I am -- a woman of a certain age who's entitled to get a fishing license at a reduced price and to hop aboard the Medicare bus and all that other fun stuff.

Yipee! Oh, the advantages of aging.

Sixty-five is hardly old, I've told myself. After all, other people I went to school with are that age, so I have lots of company, and some of them have arrived there a little sooner and have slightly more experience so I have resources to reach out to if I should need them.

It's no big deal -- just a number on the old age-o-meter, no pun intended.

Sixty-five is the new 55, right?

I was a little derailed, though, when a conversation about age unfolded in the workplace and I mentioned the year I started working at the newspaper -- the tail end of 1979. A co-worker whose age I only would have guessed was less than mine did some quick mental math, summing up our age difference in a way that put things in perspective right quick.

"Oh, I was 4 years old then," she said thoughtfully in looking back at the late 1970s as the vast unknown.

I was 4 once upon a time, too, I suspect, although I can't really vouch for that.

Honestly, age comparisons don't necessarily trouble me. I'll always be a bit immature and on the silly side no matter what my driver's license says my age is. As one birthday wisher pointed out to me in a Facebook message -- "Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional."

I am reminded about what was going on in 1958, my birth year, now that I'm revisiting that information that was in one of those Remember When birthday cards a friend had sent me back in 2008 when I turned the big 5-0. Gee, that was a few years ago! Where did that time go?

Think of today and consider what was happening in 1958:

– Eggs were 28 cents a dozen … and did not require a police escort from the grocery store to the parking lot for security while you put them in the trunk.

– Gas was 24 cents a gallon, and a stamp set you back 4 cents. By today's standards, that would be motivation to travel a lot and write a letter or two.

– In July 1958, Queen Elizabeth gave Prince Charles the title of Prince of Wales. Sixty-five years later, he'll officially be crowned king on May 6.

– In December 1958, the University of Pittsburgh agreed to buy Forbes Field from the Pirates.

– Elvis Presley was inducted in to the Army (and his fans were "All Shook Up.")

– The Air Force Academy opened and so did Pizza Hut.

– Credit cards got a boost when American Express debuted and so did BankAmericard, the forerunner of Visa -- "plastic" news that was all good to the future consumer role I would embrace.

TV favorites back then were "Wagon Train" on NBC; "The Rifleman" on ABC; and "Maverick" on ABC.

I still like all those shows and ever the optimist joke that any day, new episodes will air.

In 1958, Dwight Eisenhower was president; Sam T. Rayburn was speaker of the House of Representatives; and life expectancy was 69.6 years.

And the Hope Diamond was donated to the Smithsonian Museum.

I guess that gets Better Half off the hook for that as a birthday gift.

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