Here’s my story: I’m a year younger than President Joe Biden, two years and change older than Donald Trump. Health-wise, I’ve always been lucky. Having turned 80 in September, I’m still all systems go.
My most annoying physical impairment is called plantar fasciitis — in vernacular terms, a sore heel that comes and goes. There are basically two treatments: no more walking in Crocs, and stretching. Given the rate at which my contemporaries are vanishing over the event horizon, it’s practically a blessing.
