Last March, I trekked back to my hometown in Pennsylvania to speak at the local college and teach a couple of classes on writing.
In addition to being reminded of why I left there and moved to the South more than 50 years ago (18 inches of snow the day before I arrived), I had an interesting lunch with a couple of high school buddies at which the subject of age came up.
Ron Martz: The gray ceiling awaits as birthdays mount
Age discrimination persists in a culture that values youth over experience