One of the first signs I had that I was ageing was getting a manicure and this Hispanic woman was massaging my hands and I noted she did it in a really loving way -- beyond the mechanical massage of a manicurist. She has this smile on her face, this dreamy look, as she continued to massage. Finally she said, "Oh your hands are just like my mother's."
I hadn't thought about our ages before then... I would have said we were about the same age, but of course we weren't.
And now, this has happened to Mary who writes:
I told the physical therapist's assistant that Barb and I are going to see Bette
Midler tonight and she said "My grandfather is going to see her! He's so
excited. My dad bought him a ticket".
At least Mary could afford her own ticket!