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MAR-APR 2018

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Mar/Apr 2018 • 9 I just Googled myself. It didn't hurt. Actually, it did a liĴle. Another Dale Moss rules that roost, and it's not like he is a king or a Kardashian's husband. The No. 1 Dale Moss on Google is an unemployed pro football player, a receiver on no one's fan- tasy team. But there he is, the standard bearer. The rest of us fall humbly in line. I too could take up football, I sup- pose. Instead, though, I swallow my pride like other humbled Dale Moss. To get old is to get less relevant. Peo- ple my age are old news. We've had our day. We have gone from having potential to having plantar fasciitis. We get run over by change, ease back up and get run over again. We love naps as much as we used to hate them. We give up trying to figure out what Bitcoin is. We struggle to maĴer. We grit the teeth we have left and seĴle for new roles, lesser parts. We helped a friend move a piano or pay a bill. We pitched in at the fall festival at our kids' school. We eventually realized our parents are not the biggest dopes in town. To maĴer today can be to care for an ailing mom or dad or to refill a grand- child's juice cup. A good day includes not once tripping over the dog's chew toy. Low on energy, we instead offer wisdom to younger people willing to listen. As if they will. But that's a whine for another day. It is easy to be retired, less so to be gainfully retired. Staying off the couch is good. Staying useful is beĴer. Whatever we do, we can do more. I exercise, I volunteer, I read and pray and unload the dishwasher. Nonetheless, I still require the occasional push. I claim to want reunions with my rusty trombone and with tennis. If only I was beĴer at talk- ing myself into things than out of them. I will become legally old later this year. As Medicare beckons, aches and pains pile up. I have something wrong lit- erally from head to toe. Still, I can turn off the TV and clean out the garage. A friend invited me to a University of Louisville basketball game. Now those are the kind of friends to have. Anyway, I watched the players and coaches and cheerleaders and it hit me. Rick Pitino was not there. Tom Jurich was not there. U of L got rid of them — Pitino as coach and Jurich as athletic director. Life goes on at U of L too. Not even Google superstars last forever. Way back, an old boss of mine in- sisted that his staff embrace change. He wasn't so clueless after all. We now fill our own gasoline tanks. We check out our own groceries. Machines take our library fines and parking-lot fees. We buy every- thing online, from aluminum siding to socks. We more often cremate loved ones. Cash is a thing of the past and self-driving cars a thing of the future. I fell behind technologically when we plugged in our first VCR. Catching up seems hopeless. I cannot figure out Netf- lix. I am also unfamiliar with most Gram- my winners or many Saturday Night Live hosts. From the pasture, I try to get used to life passing me by. I am not 24. I am 64. I might be able to move around pounds, but I no longer will lose many. I will return to skinny about the time Pitino returns to the side- line in Louisville. Like me, Pitino may be over the hill. Try to get over it, Coach. It is nothing per- sonal. We are blessed for the chance to grow old. And geĴing old never gets old, so far. It serves up one challenge after an- other, most more important than keeping track of my 2-for-1 Whopper coupon. I sure enjoyed the buffet place at the Green Tree Mall. It is long gone. I'd give anything to still have a mother to fuss over me. I do not. How cool if my adult daugh- ter finally finds a career to love. I run no more marathons. But I also shouldn't just run out the clock. Being less relevant is reality. Being irrelevant is inex- cusable. Time wins every time. It should not be allowed to win without a fight. So what if a jobless football player maĴers more? At one time, I was the No. 1 Dale Moss on Google. I can live with that. • After 25 years, Dale Moss retired as Indiana columnist for The Courier-Journal. He now writes weekly for the News and Tribune. Dale and his wife Jean live in Jeffersonville in a house that has been in his family since the Civil War. Dale's e-mail is dale.moss@twc.com A Note to Baby Boomers And Now, a Word from that Other Dale Moss I run no more marathons. But I also shouldn't just run out the clock. Being less relevant is reality. Being irrelevant is inexcusable.

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