Former President, George H.W. Bush, parachute jumped from airplanes on his 75, 80 and 85 birthdays and the events made the national news. I believe they received so much attention, not just because Bush was a president, but because of his age. Octogenarians don’t usually jump out of airplanes.
Why the heck not? Can’t we also do exciting things in the last couple of decades of our lives? Adventure only stops if you want it to. A number of my FOFriends lament the fact that their husbands (or partners) moan, groan and grunt about their aches and pains. These are the same men who were once vibrant, virile and vigorous.
One groaner I know says he traveled all he wanted when he was “younger.” Now he’s content to take naps in his free time. He doesn’t have to act like Superman, but emulating Oscar Madison isn’t exactly a major turn on.
A widowed FOF friend in the Midwest called to tell me she wants to move to New York for a few months for new stimulation. She’s tired of meeting men whose biggest thrill is going out to dinner. That’s the spirit I mean, but I’m not sure she’s going to have much success here, either.