Turning 80 Is Not for the Faint of Heart

How are you? The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune. Why? I’ve turned 80 and then some. This is something I warn people about, although it’s too late for my fellow college classmates. My once-active physical life has eroded like a rain-soaked hill. If I got on a bike, I’d fall off. Tennis, pickleball, bowling, race-walking (except in slow motion) — poof! I’m left with trudging along,…