Over the last few years, I've enjoyed watching people in my age bracket turning 50 and posing for photos holding the letters they received in the mail from AARP, otherwise known as the American Association for Retired Persons.
Often they have a mock sad face and jokingly(?) lament the fact they're now a half-century old. With the crack AARP membership recruiting team having tracked them down, they suddenly feel like senior citizens.
So many of my 1980s-graduating compatriots received these letters and posted about it that I was kind of sad AARP never sent me one. Somehow I slipped under their radar and didn't get an invite to the Old People's Ball.
But then, a couple of months ago, our family switched cell phone carriers from Verizon to AT&T. The AT&T guy told us that, if Terry and I joined AARP, we could get a discount on our phone bill.
Say no more. I hurried over to aarp.org and signed us up.
And it has been great! At least for me. I'm not sure Terry cares one way or the other.
You start getting all kinds of AARP emails and newsletters with product discounts and health tips and other items of interest to persons of an increasingly advanced age.
I find all of it useful.
Best of all, after getting off to such a rocky start, AARP and I are now very close. If this was 1984, I would say we were "going together."
Sometime soon, AARP and I are going to spend a Friday night playing bingo and watching "Murder She Wrote." Then we'll see where things lead.
What can I say? I'm smitten.
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