Getting older is not an automatic entry into “getting smarter.” There is no easy way to get smarts, and age does not have a nice, shiny, gaily-wrapped package called “wisdom” trotting along beside it, just waiting for you to reach the magic number so it can leap into your arms and all will be well.
If you’re a 60-year old, however, that patch of ice becomes the longest stretch of sidewalk you’ve ever seen. You’d look at that ice with total, uncompromising, full-blown fear in your heart! You’d then try to figure out what options you have to avoid it, and thereby avoid breaking your leg, hip, head….and go with the least-likely-to-fatally-maim-you option. So what if it takes an extra 10 minutes to walk across the street and then back. So what if your socks will have some snow in them from walking through the three-feet-high-drift-covered-grass instead. Big deal! Your bones will be intact, man!
Even something as seemingly innocuous as beverages cannot escape the ravages of Age. When you’re young, for the most part, all beverages generally illicit a similar response – AAAAAHHHHHHH! It’s liquid refreshment; it’s designed to quench your thirst. But how does a young person THINK of the beverage, and how does an old person think of them? Allow me to illustrate: