This country’s culture seems to be centered on the age of its people. We’re rapidly approaching the time when more of us (yes, I hate to admit it, but I’m now definitely considered one of the ‘’us’’) will be in the ‘’over-the-hill-gang’’ category. Yet, we still allow ourselves to be bullied by Madison Avenue into thinking we have to be young to be any good. I never used to think much about age. Thirty-eight was my tough year, but I got over it when I turned 39 and sped right on through to the next mile marker. However, now that I’ve landed in that next to last category that ends in ‘til death, I find myself thinking a lot more about age, mine and everybody else’s. I have to say that seeing my age way down on the list of choices was a real eye-opener. Suddenly I looked in the mirror and had no clue as to who that was looking back at me.