I knew that everyone would love Love, because Love is just so lovable. Thanks for the comments. And thanks to the young man who reminded me that fifty-one years old is pretty young, because then I realized that sixty in two weeks is young too compared with seventy, or even sixty-five. The sun is still shining for hay making purposes; it's a shame to waste a day of it.
There are terrible alternatives to being of advanced years.
"Obituary, Brooklyn, 1918 . . . died May 7th at Governeur Hospital, Frederick Ceely, aged 40."