Just added my vote to a part of the majority, or maybe we just haven't heard from the younger set as of yet. Took me a bit to get the bifocals around to where the poll was to vote on.
A few years back I belonged to a convention that had a large group of us from 1949. It was such that they had a group birthday party when we all turned 40 (I said this was a few years ago!). Gave us gag-gift stuff like alarm clocks, slippers, All-Bran. It was a kick being a 49'er.
I used to love to listen to my Grandfather tell stories of hunting and logging. I grew up less than 150 miles away and we were together every hunting season and every summer. Now I am one and the closest grandkids are 800 miles away. Something wrong with this picture. I have come to realize that as my wife puts it, you are just not 25 anymore! Actually, I remember 43 as being my best year as far as health goes. I had taken off nearly 40lbs and my knees hadn't started hurting, yet. That came nearly 6 years later. By 50, I hurt in places I'd forgotton about, or taken for granted. My Dad said, Son, You've arrived!
Regards,
Sweetwater