Yet another reminder that I am a "woman of a certain age"
Dateline: San Antonio I get on to the elevator this morning with a striking blond woman of, say, 35-50 years of age. We smile shyly. She makes eye contact and says--not, "what do you teach?" --or even, "lousy weather we're having, isn't it?" She says, "I am having the damnedest time getting used to my bifocals." Oh yeah. Conversation in the elevators has changed. I'm old.