Elderly

A while back one of our granddaughters came over and brought along a survey that her teacher had given all her students. She had to survey an “elderly” person. Wow! Something like that really makes you face reality. I am elderly. This past week I had to get my vehicle inspected. I was waiting in the customer area when an “elderly” man came in. He also needed a vehicle inspection , so he left his keys and insurance papers at the desk and sat down by me. He had had a WW2 Vet hat on, so I started a conversation with him. He let me know that he was ninety-four and was getting tired of all this kind of stuff that he had to do. He had just renewed his drivers license (has to renew every two years in person) and the person at the DPS “gave him a hard time” as though he was trying to disqualify him. He said if they do disquilify him in the future, he will just drive without a license like all the illegials. The day before he had gone to HR Block to get his taxes done, but they wouldn’t do it because he had not received his wife’s 1099 from the SS. He said that maybe he just wouldn’t file his taxes this year. “What are they going to do...put me in jail?” He asked. I enjoy talking to people like this. It makes me feel less elderly.