Some of you may recall that I wrote several months ago about my personal house hunting and how technology has changed the way that homes are marketed and sold. I am happy to report that I have sold my former home of 24 years and bought a new(er) home, helped again by technology—while there was plenty to sign at the closing, much of the paperwork was done with e-signatures.
So here’s what’s interesting. My new home is in an age-restricted community (I qualify because I’m over 55), and the first question every one of my new neighbors asked was “Are you still working?” So my wife and I have taken to calling ourselves “SWs” in response.
I recently attended a Mozart-Monteverdi choral vespers concert (I should have been singing in the Monmouth Civic Chorus myself, but I’ve been doing a little traveling for work during rehearsal season, so I was an audience member this time). I was pleased to see an old friend also attending the concert, and afterward we caught up. “I heard you had retired,” I said to my friend, “and for somebody so young!” He replied, “Jamie, I’m 72,” before telling me how active he was “in retirement.” This youthful 72-year-old (a Catholic priest who I call Father Tony, by the way) was helping out at two parishes in the area on weekends, doing some counseling work at Covenant House (a place for homeless kids in New York) a couple of days a week, had kept up his prison ministry and was doing a couple of other part-time “jobs.”
We all know people who seemed old when they were in their 20s, and we probably all know people in their 80s who are active and open to new learning and activities. Being old is more than a function of chronological age, and being engaged in life can happen at any age.