I love this. Not only is it a great article but it gives me an excuse to share so here goes:

My 20s were not so awful, although I did a lot of dumb shit. But I also began singing Gospel music and discovered that black people are awesome.

Now I’m 69, with grown kids, and again singing about the Lord. (I dropped out of choir singing for the duration of my 30s, 40s, and most of my 50s — what a waste!) My wrinkles have wrinkles — like I care? Stuff takes longer to heal but I’m not about to stop riding my bike all over creation nor drop out of Aikido (which I began at 65). Injuries happen. My hip is giving me shit (may be an aftereffect of a really nasty leg injury sustained at an Aikido seminar*) but my doctor thinks it will get better with the caveat that, “in four to six weeks if nothing is happening I’ll have to send you to a specialist who will whip out a 4 inch syringe and say, ‘hold still.’”

Oh yeah and I recently joined a brass band. Although a crappy hip could complicate matters, this promises to be great fun!

*I thought I had completely recovered.