Ummmm . . . "old guy." A relative term, I know . . . and likely a flippant assessment (funny, as well!). It's a matter, however, that often comes to mind. Bill's 69. When does "old" begin?
Personally, it might have been when I realized that I didn't care whether "The Yacht Club" was closing or not . . . when I figured out that I had no desire to go to "Le Ti" . . . and when I understood that I am happier having lunch at La Gloriette than I am at Nikki Beach. Of course, all these epiphanies came to me long before becoming Bill's age.