Went to Ed Smith Stadium for a minor league game last year and noticed a sign at the ticket booth.
Anyone older than 55 gets in for $2, it said.
Had that beat by three years.
So I paid my $2 and took the ticket.
Then it hit me.
Don’t you want to see my ID, I asked the young woman working in the ticket booth.
No, she said.
I laugh whenever I think about it.
It’s the Big 6-0 for yours truly.
How ’bout them apples?
More senior discounts.
Social Security in two years.
Medicare in five.
Guess that makes me an old so-and-so, as some friends have reminded me with glee.
What’s also been amusing is trying to convince other folks my milestone birthday is for real.
You’re not 60, they insist.
Think it might be the Hawaiian shirts?
Or living here?
Their good-natured incredulity is nice.
But there’s no getting around it.
Sixty has arrived.
I’m OK with it.
Sure there are times when I wish I was 18 again, but that’s not happening.
So I roll with it and enjoy the ride each day.
As one of my favorite expressions goes:
Don’t take life too seriously, because nobody gets out alive.
On the other hand, I admit I’m a little ambivalent about the adage, you’re only as old as you feel.
I feel it, all right.
That’s just getting out of bed every morning.
Once I’ve had my neighborhood walk I’m usually good to go.
Same with the gym.
It’s not just the workout, but also watching much older folks exercising that’s energizing.
I’ve told a few of the fellows I want to be just like them when I grow up.
Then I realize I’ve already passed that threshold.
It only cost me $2.
Mannix About Manatee, by local columnist Vin Mannix, is about people and issues in Manatee County. Please call Vin Mannix at 745-7055, write him at Bradenton Herald, P.O. Box 921, Bradenton, FL 34206 or e-mail him at email@example.com. Please include a phone number for verification.