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.
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If I ever run into Charles (MIT 1957) or David (MIT 1962) at one of their regular Palm Springs get-togethers for the ultra-conservative wing of the .001 percent, I'll make sure to give them the secret handshake, quietly mutter "Phi Kai Phi" and sing a few refrains of one of the fraternity's drinking songs.
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