I once amazed a class of 24 year-olds – when I was 57 – by saying that as a child I rode in the back seat for hours with two siblings, with no seat belts, with a father who drove while smoking a cigarette, window open. Somehow we survived. All those parents who were World War 2 survivors thought every day without gunfire aimed at them was a good day.

Here is a meditation on aging and modern times, from Brad Upton.