"Will ya still need me? Will ya still feed me, when I'm 64?"
Remember that one? It's probably the one song ever written about being 64.
It's not one of those whiz-bang birthdays. 60 was special only because it ends in a 0. Something about birthdays ending in a 0 call for extra celebrating. 62 was marked because I started drawing my Social Security $$$. 65 will get a shout out because that's when I'll start whipping out my Medicare card when I go to the doctor.
I know, I know. It's only a number. You're as old as you feel.
Blah, blah, blah.
Honestly, this one doesn't bother me at all. Check with me next year for the "Medicare birthday."
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