Fifty is the New Thirty

What everyone who read my first blog book liked the most were the pictures,  especially the two on Page 20. I had written a post about baby boomers and their refusal to grow old. Unlike the generations before them who went quietly and without a fight through the treacherous gates of aging (once you go through, you'll never come out alive), these young whipper snappers are fighting back with everything they have in their anti-aging arsenal. It appears to be working. Fifty is now the new thirty.

          My Grandmother, Mattie, at age 50               My sister, Lynnette, at age 50