Not everything in old age is grim. I haven't walked through an airport for years, and wheelchairs are the way to travel.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.
You know you're old if your walker has an airbag.
When I was a child, doctors sent my grandmother home in a wheelchair to die. Diagnosed with end-stage heart disease, she already had so much scar tissue from bypass operations that the surgeons had essentially run out of plumbing. There was nothing more to do, they said; her life was over at 65.
I don't like flying at the best of times. And as I get older, I like it less and less. I don't much like driving, either. I prefer to be driven. And, when I'm in London, I don't even like walking on the street. I can never get used to looking the right way when I cross the street.
As I approach my 88th birthday, it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears, among other appurtenances, aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.
Personally, I like a generous side of wheelchair access with my cities.
I don't like to see people on trolleys in hospitals; I don't like to see old people sitting in chairs for hours.
I always thought when I hit 50 years old that'd be it for the travel. I don't have to tell you - you wait at an airport, your flight's delayed, get on a 14-hour flight, get off, get stuck in traffic, you get to the hotel and the room service is closed.
I'm travelling more than ever. I don't have the answer as to why, but the demand seems to have grown as I've got older.
Ah! Young people, travel if you can, and if you cannot - travel all the same!