«Life Begins at Seventy» by Gerald G. Hotchkiss

As time goes by, there are too many clocks in my house. If the power goes off, besides the time pieces themselves, there are those embedded in our refrigerator, stove, telephones, car, you name it. All awaiting a resetting. Our lives do, too. Of course life doesn't begin at seventy, nor did it end at thirty. It is said the three demands of youngsters are: see me, hear me, pay attention to me. Well it's clear to those of us in our second childhood, few see us or hear us, much less pay attention to us. The world is interested in younger generations. My essays pay attention to us with a twist, or at least a chuckle.