Word. I live in a retirement community. I am a young old, nearing 60. People see me in the hardware store and greet me with "Kiddo!" I watch the olds care for the old olds and try to plot and scheme but in reality, I shouldn't be here. I should be saving money, not golfing. The problem is I must golf because all I want is to be among the elite: the old olds who can still golf.