There’s not a lot to cheer about nearing 60. Free bus travel and prescriptions seem to be the main upsides. The good news is that, in 20 years, I’ll finally be old enough to run for President of the United States.

I know two decades feels a long way off, but you need to plan these things. You can’t just throw together a White House bid overnight. More than one attempt may be needed. I have to raise money and get a campaign infrastructure in place before Shrimsley 2044 is a go. Of course, things may change. I worry that, by the time I am old enough, we may have concluded that 80 is the new 70 and I need to wait at least until I’m 85 for my candidacy to be taken seriously. 

Admittedly, having had to wait this long is a blow. As a twenty-something, I naturally thought our leaders were far too old and out of touch with the times. I wasn’t expecting to still be thinking this in my sixties. I grew up on the idea that the torch was being passed to a new generation. Now it seems someone has handed it back.