Lance Morrow’s Wall Road Journal column sends up an age-related warning to President Biden. Morrow warns Biden of his onrushing eightieth birthday and identifies a number of portents:
Mr. President, should you’re sick of individuals speaking about how outdated you might be, assume how I really feel. You’re solely 79. I’m 82—three years down the path forward of you. You’re nonetheless a child, although it’s true that, crossing the White Home garden, you stroll just like the Tin Woodman in want of a squirt of lubrication. Falling off the bike wasn’t look both. I want you’d do not forget that after 75 the perfect hope is enigmatic dignity—elder statesman, grandfather is aware of finest, Konrad Adenauer, that form of factor. Suppose gravitas. By the best way, you want a brand new tailor. The fits are too tight. You’re not 24.
Morrow’s 80s sound loads like my 70’s. I determine with this:
Sleep acquires a metaphysical significance; should you can’t sleep (I by no means can between 2 and 4 a.m.), you discover methods: pray, learn, assume (however not, please, in regards to the evils or about what ought to have been; such ideas come unbidden anyway).
I’ve learn loads of commentary since Friday. I believe that is the quote of the weekend:
Life has about it a seemly, inevitable movement, a development from beginning to childhood to youth to maturity to center age to outdated age, and eventually to demise, with guidelines and roles acceptable to every stage. It’s good to be outdated. It’s good to be younger. It’s proper to be a toddler and proper, when the time comes, to be a mom or father, and proper, additional down the highway, to be a grandfather and, by and by, a corpse. To every part there’s a season, and a time to each objective underneath heaven. Let’s go away it at that.
Morrow’s column right here is sadly behind the Journal’s paywall. He implicitly advises Biden to pack it in, however Biden ought to by no means have packed within the first place.
