I can admit that I'm getting old and, in fact, I've noticed signs that I'm aging. If I bend down, my back aches for a few minutes before I can straighten up. I carry a sweater with me just in case the air conditioning is on too strong. I've walked out of restaurants because the music was too loud crowing, "Who can have a conversation with such loud music?!" I've already failed the high-frequency hearing tests I'm supposed to pass until I'm 40, so it's clear that any day now, I'm going to start asking the waiter to repeat the early-bird specials.