OK, to answer the question: I'm not as old as Ott - but I'm old. The mirror, my joints, and my heart (I mean, really - the one inside my chest) tell me so. Let's put it this way - fifty year old people hold the door open for me and call me "sir". JEEZ!
Here's another way to look at it: You know the sign of the Devil? Well, I have a good start on it.
To all the wonderful Bears I've had the pleasure and honor to meet over the years - thank you, thank you, thank you for bringing so much to my life. You are loved.
Thanks to all posters on this thread for thinking of me today. Thanks to Pierre and Lars for persuading me not to quit. Thanks to Bob Barnes and nolo for the first real instruction I ever had - and special thanks to nolo for pointing me toward Sherm White and a second career as a ski instructor who can teach something to all those people who are even worse skiers than I am. Thanks to AC for conceiving this brainchild known as EpicSki.com, to Weems - oh, ya, WEEMS! - for his phenomenal good humor and brilliant insight. What an original!
I could go on and on and on . . . especially about the exemplary person known as trekchick, the brave fighter whose name I carried on my jersey during the MS Tour . . . but why don't I continue this at Stowe?!
SEE YA'ALL THERE!