Jonah, Rich, and all others struggling with feeling old, being called “sir,” etc. – there is a sure-fire way to drink from the Fountain of Youth: Volunteer at the local Bingo hall. I ran the Bingo at my parish for about seven years, and a fetus couldn’t have felt younger than moi. The lovely ladies would regularly coo lines like “If I were 40 years younger kid, I’d be all over you …” (yuch!). Then there was the constant pawing (“Hey lady, don’t touch the merchandise!”), but I’ll keep those stories to myself.