A semicentennial anniversary should make you feel old.
But most of us live outside time.
I remember a TV comedy skit from the 1970s by British comedian Benny Hill.
Called "Woodstick," it depicted the feeble antics of a half million cane-toting geezers banned together for the imagined 50th-year reunion at Woodstock.
Feeling as frolicsome and randy as teens, the alumni were too doddering to act on their urges; when they tried, they fell down. And therein lay the gag.
Today a lot of us could star in that skit.
“There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time," writes novelist Milan Kundera. "Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.”
