As I approach the 3/4 pole I must admit that I am now a/the Patriarch.  A fancy word for "Old Fart". 

It snuck up on me as I kept on keeping on and my hair silvered.  "Mr. Klein" was my dad and then, suddenly, it was me.  All of a sudden, seats are offered to me on the subway. 

Don't get me wrong, I welcome Senior Citizen discounts and I do enjoy being proofed.  

I'm told I look good, but I am well aware that there are three stages in life: Youth, Middle Age and "You Look Good!"  

I aspire to live to be 100 and I work at it.  

I'm proud of what I've achieved and respect for my vintage is not unwelcome.