From Bob Greene (not Oprah's trainer), The 50-Year Dash:
I saw a man try to sneak into a half-price event open only to 
senior citizens. The cutoff age was 55, which I thought was pretty generous. And this guy, I knew for a fact, was 53. Yet there he was in line. He saw me looking at him and gave me a grin and a shrug. Like "hey, what can you do?"
Another man told me that in Florida people sell second-hand handicapped-parking permits at flea markets. Allegedly they go for a good price.
This does not bode well for the future. Are we destined to be surrounded by amoral and larcenous geezers, geezers our age snapping up bogus handicapped stickers, the late-life equivalent of buying Rolling Stones tickets from scalpers outside the stadium?
