Hell, I've talked the Supervisors at work, most of whom are either over 60 or damned close to it, to form an Olympic-style pistol team and when we're reasonably good we're going to challenge and out-shoot the Police Department supervisors.

And we're going to wear our Library raid jackets when we do, too!

(Safety, I hasten to add, is paramount. There will be literally hours of study before they even pick up a pistol and even more before they send a bullet downrange.)

Then we're going to send an article to "American Libraries" where it won't be published.

There is nothing like being older to become...eccentric? Odd? Or is it simply a new perspective on enjoying life?