I attended, in my capacity as chair of the Alumni Admissions Interview thing for my college, a reception held on the Upper East Side for incoming freshmen. I took the bus up Madison Avenue and got off at my old stop -- 72nd and Madison -- from when I used to live in that neighborhood.

I miss it still. Lots of changes, many not for the better.

But, I digress.

I learned I was aging as I mingled with the matriculating students and their parents. It was not that the new stutdents looked so young, although many of them did. It was not because I thought that it was somehow wrong to find so many of the incoming freshmen girls attractive, because they were. No, ultimately what made me feel old was that I found some of the mothers of the incoming students were more attractive. That is officially old -- when you'd rather chat with the mother than the daughter.

I am aging; albeit not gracefully.

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