One unsettling thing about aging is the subtle fear that the bus has left you behind. Or that you're lugging around so much baggage you won't be able to get back on at the next stop. That instead of heading towards the light -- transcendent or otherwise -- your so-called "golden years" are in the rear-view mirror.
Edie Windsor's refusal to pay a tax from which a straight person would have been exempt seems stirringly similar to Rosa Parks' refusal to get out of a seat in which a white person would have been able to stay. When I'm a very old gay man, I'll be able to look back and say, "It all started with Edie, and I was there."