The first 80 years of life are the hardest. Once you reach 80, everyone wants to carry your baggage and help you up the steps. If you forget your name or somebody else’s name, or an appointment, or your telephone number, or promise to be three places at the same time, or can’t remember how many grandchildren you have, you need only explain that you are 80.
Being 70 is no fun. At that age people expect you to retire and complain about your arthritis, and you ask everybody to stop mumbling because you can’t understand them. Actually your hearing is about 50 percent gone.
At 80 you have a perfect excuse no matter what you do. If you act foolishly, it’s your second childhood. Everybody is looking for symptoms of softening of the brain. If you survive until you are 80, everybody is surprised that you are still alive. They treat you with respect just for having lived so long. Actually they seem surprised that you can walk and talk sensibly.
So please, folks, try to make it to 80. It’s the best time of life. People forgive you for everything. If you ask me, life begins at 80.