Maybe it’s my own creeping seniority or the aching knees, chronic back pain and the general disdain for that morning “warm-up” period — you know, that time it takes to find a limp-free gait from the bed to the bathroom — but I’m starting to appreciate older things these days.
First, older things are still around because they’re worth having around, right? They’re of value. They function. They serve a purpose. They work.