This Old Man
Roger Angell writes about life after ninety: “I know how lucky I am, and secretly tap wood, greet the day, and grab a sneaky pleasure from my survival at long odds.”
At eighty-three, Roger Angell catalogues what remains after a lifetime: the baseball, the wives (both gone now), the jokes that still work, the body that doesn't. "I am a marooned man." His essay became an anthem for anyone reckoning with age.