73. Getting old isn't all bad. My friends consider me a poor person and yet somehow I seem to have almost everything I ever wanted: several excellent acoustic guitars, an extensive collection of jazz, a huge library of books, a nice collection of cookware, clothes, video, computers, a reliable car etc, etc. I've lost much of my vocal range but my guitar has ripened over 60 years of playing and I'm able to amuse myself for hours every day. I'm retired, collect social security, and my needs are pretty modest so I don't have to work. Just at the moment the ghosts of all those long ago sports injuries have begun to haunt me and joint pain has become a way of life, cannabis has become legal (sort of) and excellent dry herb vaporizers have come on the market. And LED lighting. I've had a hippie dream of living out in the country in Oregon since I was a teen and now I do.