Becoming A Senior, and Enjoying It

I BECAME A MEMBER of the senior citizen center in the small town where I live, five months after becoming eligible. Now I wish I had joined on the day I turned sixty, instead of waiting five months. Oh well, I'll just have to make up for lost time. It is a complete hoot, and I assume there is something similar in most American communities. After all, we seniors are starting to become, shall we say, very numerous. Every day something is happening; gospel sing along, the fiddler and his washboard band, bingo, you name it, its hapnin' amongst the aged. I notice that there are older folks in town who didn't join the senior center, and have never been there. Perhaps they prefer solitude, or their big screen TV. To be a senior citizen in a small town, and to never participate in the local senior center is, arguably, a grave mistake, a missed opportunity for friendship, fun, and radical political activity. These people are potentially Occupy Wall street Members,; they just don't know it. And whether they know it or not, they really do want to leave the world a better place than they found it, and, let's face it, time's running short. Never let anybody tell you its a bitch getting old, or that oldsters are boring. Quite the contrary! This may be the last time I am too young to be somewhere, and I assure you, I am too young to be a member of a senior center. I'm a mere pup at sixty; these folks, for the most part, are, well,...quite old... it like childhood, all over again. being the youngest, being out of place for being too young. But, according to the calendar, I am qualified to be a senior, so, a senior I shall be. In our atomized,lonely society, we need all the social interaction we can get, and Facebook and twitter just don't fill the bill. At some point it needs to be face to face, even if all the faces are wrinkled and have hearing aids attached.