Perhaps it sounds a tad crazy, and maybe even bizarre, but one of the incentives for staying alive as long as manageable is to experience old age. Really old age, that is. Given my proclivities, this will give me an opportunity to leave a record of the last stages of life to those who wish to learn about it ahead of time. And all I can promise in advance, as it were, is to avoid bullshit of any description. For my record of years to come will be true to life just as it has been of all the years past. Five full decades, no less. At any rate, experiencing old age cannot but be enlightening. And perhaps even entertaining, as well. Growing weakness, increasing pain, fading memory, infringing confusion… Hey, could there be any better incentives for ploughing along with all the gusto I can muster?!