For seniors, the anticipation of looking forward - to the next event or the next challenge or simply the next Tomorrow - is part of what keeps us connected to the moment, and provides the stimulus that helps us overcome some of the more unsettling realities of Today. It is the choices we make, whether looking forward or evaluating the past, that give us control of our lives. Looking forward to identify and deal with the mysteries still ahead can keep us focused with interest and suspense on the future - an increasingly rare and satisfying activity for seniors. In this collection of stories - at once witty, touching and humorous - author Robert Faber explores ways to maintain a sense of purpose as you age and strategies to enhance your quality of life. By keeping your sights on the future, instead of dwelling on the past, you may still accomplish great things with Another Wrinkle in Time.

ANOTHER WRINKLE IN TIME

The Art Of AgingBy Robert Faber

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Robert Faber
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ISBN: 978-1-4759-2532-6

Contents

Introduction...........................................................ixThe Bottom Line........................................................1Election Fever ... Part Of The Game....................................4The Flexible Rules Of Aging............................................7Gaining Expertise: It Takes Time.......................................10Guided By Principles...................................................13Keeping Our Place In The World.........................................16From Amateur To Expert: Closing The Gap................................19Looking Forward........................................................22Irrational Optimism....................................................25A Matter Of Principles.................................................28Eight Decades Later....................................................31Measuring Up...........................................................34Off The Path...........................................................37Behind The Mask........................................................40Old Age: The Start Of Something New....................................43The Business Of Government.............................................46On Our Own Time........................................................49Doing For Others: A Blessing For Both..................................52End Of The World.......................................................55A Changed World For Seniors............................................58Our Aging Selves And Nation............................................61Our Endangered Legacy..................................................64Our Separation Complex: From Work To Leisure...........................67Principles: The Path To The Future.....................................70Patience: A Practice With A Short Future...............................73Our One Nation — Increasingly Divisible..........................76Seeing The World Through Aging Eyes....................................79Finding Our Way........................................................82Optimism: Playing Against The Odds.....................................85Seniors And Senoritas..................................................88A Senior's View Of Who We Are..........................................91Rediscovering The Constitution.........................................94A Softer Side Of War...................................................97Stretching The Brain's Waves...........................................100Finding A New Compass..................................................103The Way It Was.........................................................106Those Little Grey Cells Used To Be Black And White.....................109Old Age: A Good Alternative............................................112Our Place In The World.................................................115Thursday Night Poker: A Senior Sport...................................118The End Of The Game....................................................121Death And Taxes........................................................124Using The Mind To Build The Body.......................................127We All Belong..........................................................130When Life Begins.......................................................133Planning Ahead.........................................................136

Chapter One

The Bottom Line

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Some wise old character once observed that the principal objection to old age is that there is no future in it. Most members of the tribe of elders can suggest a few additions to that single-segment list of objections, but few serious enough to devalue the many treats still available in that late phase. The pitfalls of aging may be enough to crush its pleasures—but only if we let them. The downside of age-related deterioration is painfully clear, but concentration on its shortcomings serves no purpose.

"Old" is not new, but getting older—much older—is becoming ever more common. At the turn of the 20th century, for example, 4 percent of our people were sixty-five years and older. Now that number has more than tripled—to 13 percent. That's the good news. The more troubling concern is how we old-folk are handling that emerging longevity.

Having done our job and done it well is a worthy legacy, but may not be enough to end our journey with a full sense of pleasure and pride. My own choice, not universally available but preferable when possible, is to continue the search or the fight or the game well into the future, however limited or problematic that future may be. The disabilities waiting around our corner are too distressing and too well known to list, but to rest on the past and agonize over trauma that are still only pending is an excellent way to waste valuable and increasingly scarce time. However satisfying the past may have been, it is still the past. What is needed closer to the end is something to fill the empty space of inactivity.

The Greek poet Homer, writing about Ulysses, the hero of the Trojan War, ended his tale with the great warrior at home with his wife, living in peace and prosperity. To most of us that may sound like a pretty good conclusion, but the poet Tennyson felt otherwise about Ulysses' retirement:

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breath were life!

And that is the point about the tail end of life's adventures. If the end of the tale leaves nothing but memories and an empty schedule, it's time to explore new directions, new adventures. The vacuum at the end of the process can be more agonizing than restful, so we should not quit.

To lend credibility to some of my amateur conclusions I find support in the works of the University of Michigan's Dr. Robert Kahn, Professor of Psychology and of Public Health, whose book "Successful Aging" examines some of those same issues, albeit more thoroughly and much more professionally. He notes, for example, that for the past several decades the practice of gerontology was preoccupied more with the problems of disability and disease than with the positive aspects of aging. The new goal of today's gerontologists, however, is to look beyond the limited view of chronological age and to emphasize the positive aspects of aging, or as Dr. Kahn puts it, "to find the difference between putting one octogenarian in a wheelchair and another on cross-country skis."

Dr. Kahn then adds, "Most people seem to feel that how well one ages is hereditary, [but] ... environment and lifestyle may be more important ." He notes that while much of all mental loss connected with age is genetic, "the other half is related to lifestyle and environment. In other words, there is a lot one can do to keep one's mind sharp with age." Very simply, exercise of any sort—whether physical or mental—is valuable and productive. (In one of his successful experiments he initiated an exercise class in a nursing home. The class dealt with a wide variety of exercises, including weightlifting, and a wide range of aged participants, including a woman ninety-eight years old. They all took part and they all improved.) He then concluded, "There is a simple, basic fact about exercise and your health: fitness cuts your risk of dying. It doesn't get much more 'bottom line' than that."

That doesn't work for all of us, of course. Much is determined by our personal characteristics, by who we are and how we handled the earlier days of our growth. And that is the key to rekindling our enthusiasm—go light on the "still pending" downsides of the future and stay positive by actively planning and working for tomorrow.

In brief, it is activity that keeps us active. And it is the anticipation of that activity that keeps us interested. And it is that interest in the variables and challenges of the future that spark our later years. And all of that gives it a firm place in Dr. Kahn's "bottom line."

Election Fever ... Part Of The Game

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Now that we've grown older and can see things in the light of real life experiences, we understand that the reality of politics is nothing like they taught us in school, so perhaps we should change some of the rules of the game.

And it is a game, so perhaps the list of candidates for the next election should include some of the giants in games, like LeBron James of basketball, or Peyton Manning of football, or Tiger Woods of golf. Those guys may know nothing about government or economics, but they look great, are comfortable with the press, are widely known and well liked, and have annual incomes in the millions—all the attributes necessary for seeking a place in Washington. Their athletic skills may have no application in running the country, but that is an increasingly fringe requirement for election to high office.

And that is the essence of our growing national tragedy. Our choice for leadership has come to rely much more extensively on posturing on television and proclaiming wisdom with sound-bite clichés than on serious and objective analysis. And that is not what our government had been or who we are. At its inception the Constitution swore to "form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, ... promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty"—a pledge unique in the history of nations. Unfortunately, that noble goal is ill served by aggressive political attacks designed solely to denigrate the opposition. Showmanship to win elections is a reasonable and acceptable part of the game, but offered in lieu of productive discussion diminishes the higher principles of governance, ultimately damaging the value and integrity of the system.

Throughout our history we have been blessed with a variety of strong, wise and committed legislative leaders who were able to calm the passions of disagreement and to work with their opposition. That group is now in increasingly short supply. The honor of legislative service that had once been its own reward has since adjusted to the pleasures of position and the perks of power.

Designated by the Constitution as the first branch of government, the Congress is known as "the world's greatest deliberative body," a description unfortunately at odds with its new reality. According to Norman Ornstein in "The Broken Branch," it has assumed the new label of "The Tuesday-to-Thursday Club," its members "straggling in late on Tuesday then get[ting] out of town as early on Thursday as possible," leaving no time for the productive discussions that come from personal relationships with members of the opposition. Replacing those searching and frequently productive discussions are the vitriolic attacks taking place on the floor of Congress and generally as the focus of the television news—our nation's primary new entertainment,

Whatever distance now separates us from the intent of our Constitution, its principles remain a treasured part of our heritage and the presumed definition of our values. And if that noble heritage is really a myth, it is our myth, venerated by our people and now an essential part of who we like to believe we are. The Constitution's homage to the "the welfare of the People" is disappearing from our political horizon and victim of the exigencies of "practical politics." Submission to the dictates of Party, determined by the demands of financial or ideological backers may win elections, but they profane our principles, leaving a leadership more beholden to its patrons than to its people.

The problem is clear—the solution much less so. Ornstein attributes much of the fault to the collapse of Congressional responsibility, its loss of independence as the oversight branch of government. He sees "a legislative process that has lost the transparency, accountability, and deliberation that are at the core of the American system."

However accurate his diagnosis, there must be a higher standard of integrity for those to whom we entrust the mechanics and future of our nation. The sacred ideals and traditions by which our people and our nation are defined are colliding with the reality of power politics and political greed. Satisfying the needs of the many over the preferences of a privileged and powerful few has been our national ideal, but that condition cannot exist in today's environment.

The promises written in our Constitution and the plea articulated on our Statue of Liberty to "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free" define our nation's character and its goals. And even if we too often fall short, to our credit we have retained and honored the spirit of those aspirations. Clearly the needy and afflicted international communities cannot be our nation's primary obligation, but our loss as an inspiration for those oppressed populations is a troubling reflection of how we are faring at home with our own people and their dreams.

We seniors have spent the better part of a century pursuing the narrow agenda of improving life for ourselves and our progeny. It is time for our candidates to drop their "TV game show" electioneering and aim higher than the personal glories of the moment. The principles of the Constitution started our nation on its journey—they should now be the goal and the measurement of our performance.

The Flexible Rules Of Aging

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For bending the curve of a soccer ball in flight, check with Beckham—he's the guy who wrote the book. And with questions about electronic technologies, go to Steve Jobs, for whom the computer was the Apple of his eye. And for advice on making fortunes out of thin air, there's Bernie Madoff. The world is full of experts, but for handling the problems of growing old you're on your own.

To a large extent "old age" is primarily a highly personal series of reactions to the incidentals of growing old. The experiences accumulated during the journey, influenced by a genetic code beyond our comprehension or control, are generally the end product of a luck and fate that plays games with our minds and bodies. And even for those of us fortunate enough to be reasonably free of the debilitating downsides of ill health or poverty, old age is largely a residue of frustrations or disappointments or disillusions that had cast shadows over our remaining days.

But neither those experiences nor their consequences need necessarily be negative. As a fairly aggressive optimist, I had always pursued life's tasks with a respectable degree of work and diligence, but my natural (too often irrational) optimism protected me from despair. Coming up short never really worried me because of my unreasonable confidence in the good fortunes of the morrow. It has recently struck me, however, that I have just about run out of morrows. From childhood through middle-age I leaned heavily on daydreams, finding success and reassurance in fantasy, a satisfying compensation for whatever real or imagined inadequacies were then bedeviling me. My athletic achievements, my amorous conquests, my youthful military derring-do—they were all great moments yet to come. With age my dreams matured. Next year will be better—I'll win the election to (whatever), or a large firm will buy my business and make me their chief something or other, or my carefully selected lottery numbers will come together for The Grand Prize. Well, I'm not running for office, and I no longer have a business to sell, and at 84 no firm is likely to hire me except as a "greeter" of customers at Walmart's, and my investments in the Lottery sadly mirror my investments in the stock market. Stardom, heroism and Don Juanism have long since passed me by. It is increasingly evident that I'll not make it (whatever that elusive "it" may be) and that in turn prompts much of my discomfort and displeasure with the approaching state of Old Age. My blind, irrational, but comforting belief that it will all come together "down the road" has deserted me: I'm running out of road.

And therein lies the problem—the conflict between the good and the bad of my natural optimism. My early and middle years enjoyed welcome support in the anticipated successes of the future. Old Age, on the other hand, is characterized by the unfamiliar realization that tomorrow is simply the day after today. I have always waited with a joyful anticipation of the news the next day might bring—my article will be published (they seldom were); my investments would suddenly take off (they never did); I would be approached to participate in some rosy new venture (I was never on anybody's list). I've not been trained for reality. At 84 I still think of "old age" as some feature of the distant future. Without tomorrow how can I handle the shortcomings of today?

I think of my friend who had long nursed a secret dream of being on Michigan's State Supreme Court. As a politically active and inspired lawyer, he had long been involved on the fringes of politics, but now, on his mid-life birthday, he was struck with the realization that such an appointment would never be his—a suspicion long assumed, but now accepted as fact. But such disappointments, while common, need not be definitive. In his case, after coming to terms with reality, he simply changed his goals to more plausible possibilities and built a bright future on a smaller scale.

And that seems to be one of the great overlooked secrets: dream, and dream big, but don't aim so irrationally high that falling short can be too bitter a disappointment. Better to be thrilled with more modest accomplishments. My articles may yet be published, and my new putting grip makes it certain that I'll break a hundred, and my stocks—while now worth a fraction of their cost—may yet be discovered and coveted by Warren Buffett.

My wife cautions that I have been irrationally positive about the future for longer than the past half century, but now it's different. It's more than simply a blind hope. I feel quite positive about my golf, and the market is well poised for an upswing, and the gray sky is turning pink. It's all beginning to come together. I can feel it!

Optimism is not a characteristic that can readily be turned on and off—and it does not yield to logic—but it can do quite bit to relieve the anguish of reality about my golf, and the market is well poised for an upswing, and the gray sky is turning pink. It's all beginning to come together. I can feel it!

Optimism is not a characteristic that can readily be turned on and off. And it does not yield to logic.

Gaining Expertise: It Takes Time

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Old age is more than just a waiting room for the last act—it can also be a setting for rejuvenation. As a personal example: after eight decades of searching for that particular set of skills or deeds that might mark my place in the world, I have finally found it as an Octogenarian—I am now a member of the Class Of The Pretty Old.

But it did not come quickly or without a struggle.

World War II offered me the promise of heroism, the chance to distinguish myself on the nation's field of honor. Only trouble was that I was born just a bit too late. By leaving the womb a year earlier I could have helped thwart the German offensive in Europe or supported our invading forces in the Pacific, but I was just a bit too young. On my seventeenth birthday I joined the Army Air Corps with dreams of glory, only to discover that because of my age I was limited to the newly formed Army Air Corps Reserves, which meant I wouldn't be called up until I turned eighteen (I've never been good with details). A year later I was allowed to begin my service and go through basic training, but before releasing me into the Wild Blue Yonder, my time ran out, the war ran out, and I was sent home.

I then moved to Ann Arbor and opened a fabric store, but my dreams needed more, so I got involved in local politics and ran for City Council—twice—and failed—twice. A few years later I tried again and made it—just in time to be buffeted by the revolutionary tactics of the "sixties" generation, one of the more raucous and challenging periods in our city's history. After two terms of confrontation, of bluster and experiment and finally of compromise and growth, peace returned to the community and I returned to my business.

(Continues...)

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