Really?

[FA Punk]

...Really 70+:confused:?

[Dromond]

Ho Ho Tai qualifies. Dunno if anyone else does.

[CastingPearls]

Poor guy is gonna be talking to himself. I think some threads could have been combined....LOL

[mossystate]

I am just amused at how the 70+ are senior posters...but the 60+ are not. ;)

[Dromond]

It's the aging baby boomer effect.

[imfree]

50+ would have probably covered the top age forum group pretty well. I'm guessing that 50's, 60's, and 70's, combined, wouldn't get overly active for a single forum. I guess we could visit up here every now-and-then to keep it active.

[Webmaster]

50+ would have probably covered the top age forum group pretty well. I'm guessing that 50's, 60's, and 70's, combined, wouldn't get overly active for a single forum. I guess we could visit up here every now-and-then to keep it active.

There's probably a good argument for (or against) just about any categorization. If you're in your teens or 20s, a 30+ category might seem entirely sufficient to cover the rest of life. If you're older, you may see things quite differently. Myself, when I look back, I generally think of what I've done in my 30s, 40s, 50s, etc. Given that, I felt that making all those categories available was a good thing. In fact, I even felt that there's a psychological difference between being a teenager and being in your 20s.

[Observer]

There are a few of us "over the hill" gray haired alleged sages still around who can actually remember the Berlin airlift and such things. I'm glad our Webmaster has been so kind as to recognize that we do exist.

[Yakatori]

I just fear it may become like "a scene."

[Hozay J Garseeya]

It's the aging baby boomer effect.

Sir, you are the epitome of true poster. I've seen you loitering in all of the age threads and I'm jealous. I want to have that potential.

[Dromond]

Sir, you are the epitome of true poster. I've seen you loitering in all of the age threads and I'm jealous. I want to have that potential.

You will learn, young Padawan. You will learn the ways of the Snark.

[Fat Brian]

I don't see the point of the 70+ category of a site for fat people, everybody knows fat people don't live that long.;)

[Webmaster]

There are a few of us "over the hill" gray haired alleged sages still around who can actually remember the Berlin airlift and such things. I'm glad our Webmaster has been so kind as to recognize that we do exist.

While to me the Berlin airlift is history, as usually anything that happens before an individual is born is history to him or her, I have always been interested in how people perceive themselves at different stages in their lives. I do know how I felt in my 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s, and, now being 60, I am beginning to explore this new phase of my life, but what is ahead of me I have no idea. I often wonder how people perceive their lives as they get older, but it always seems an inappropriate thing to ask.

[Dr. Feelgood]

I am beginning to explore this new phase of my life, but what is ahead of me I have no idea.

Everything hurts, and what doesn't hurt, doesn't work. :( And when you see a BBW, your pacemaker makes the garage door go up and down. :)

[Lovelyone]

God Granted, sooner or later we will all end up here in this thread. :)

[FA Punk]

God Granted, sooner or later we will all end up here in this thread. :)

You before me though:D! Haha, I kid, I kid, don't hit me lol.

[Zandoz]

Most days I feel a lot older than70-something, but I hope I never get so old that I don't appreciate a lovely woman of size.

[Theatrmuse/Kara]

Awwwwwwwwwww......that's sweet!

[Ho Ho Tai]

Ho Ho Tai qualifies. Dunno if anyone else does.

Such liberties! I think I need a new icon.

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXNdrXYPZ28/S_1eaTSyNVI/AAAAAAAAEMY/0ywhPzmHsXU/s1600/Picture+19.png

But if you are serious about discussing the issues of old(er) age, I offer this post from four+ years ago - and just as true today.

This ending fragment is from "Ulysses", by Alfred Lord Tennyson. It was yet another of the poems and declamations used in a brilliant series of ads by the Union Bank of Switzerland. I've been able to find some of these at UTube and elsewhere, but not this.

I am 70 years old. Many a morning, I breathe these lines to myself, like a morning prayer.

"Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are"

I never moved heaven, though the heavens have revolved around me all my life. The only earth I moved was a shovel at a time. I have never strove with Gods, but with a lot of god-concepts. Yet, I have had my share of accomplishments.

Now, "though much is taken" - I do have a number of trying physical issues - still "much abides". I have considerable strength for my age, a wonderful and loving wife, the excitement and comfort of children and grandchildren.

We love to bike (the kind you have to pedal.) Last year was our best so far, riding about 300 miles over the summer and 70 miles in the several days surrounding my birthday.

"There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:" Our vessels - our bikes - are put away until next season, but "My mariners (my wife), a Soul that has toiled, and wrought, and thought with me -" is eager to feel the wind blowing through her hair, and to feel her mighty heart pumping blood through her body again. Though "We are not now that strength which in old days" could go on forever, yet there is the Willard Munger Trail, stretching some 70 miles from Hinkley to Duluth, and as soon as the snow is gone, we will be off once more "To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. "


"Ulysses", by Alfred Lord Tennyson
. . . . .
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me -
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads -you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,

Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.