My father, whose surname is King and who recently turned 79, often grumbles about growing old. To help put things in perspective, I invited him to join me on a trip to Egypt, where they started recording the names and birthdays of their kings more than 5,000 years ago.
Amazingly, it worked. With so much genuinely ancient stuff to occupy his attention, he forgot all about his own advancing age and bounded around the monuments like Indiana Jones with an iPhone instead of a bullwhip.
