Every now and then I’m reminded that I’m not 27 anymore. Or 37. Or 47. (We’ll stop there.)
Today that came in triplicate, starting with Courant rock critic Eric Danton’s top ten albums of the year. Of the 10 albums, I’ve only heard of 3 of the artists, never mind their music. Today I am my father.
Then I saw the obituaries of two of my babysitters, staples of ’50s and ’60s television.
Connie Hines played Carol, Wilbur Post’s wife on “Mr. Ed.” Did any actor have less to do on any program than she did? Co-star Alan Young remembers: “She was a girl married to a fellow listening to a horse. Her biggest line was ‘lunch is ready.'” But we remember her, which is the ultimate compliment.
And we remember Arnold Stang. He co-starred with Sinatra in Otto Preminger’s “The Man With The Golden Arm.” But we remember him as the voice of “Top Cat.” And we remember him even better as the nerdy guy who told us you have to, “Open wide for Chunky.”
These reminders come a couple of days after I saw TNT’s new drama, “Men of A Certain Age.” We men of a certain age are not the most heavily-pursued demographic by advertisers, so there must be a wider audience for this program. And there is.
Ray Romano can actually act. Scott Bakula is a reliable and amiable presence. And Andre Braugher lends the gravitas that the others can’t. While their characters’ circumstances are not mine, I did sit there and relate to their aches and pains, and their concerns as they cross the threshold into “late youth.” I will watch this show.
And you know what? This “certain age?” It’s not so bad. As a matter of fact, it’s never been better.