Apparently, while most of us are spending our time asking “Did he actually just say that?” in reference to Herman Cain, other members of the US population are more goal-oriented: They are turning 100. While it’s true that some of them do it without much fanfare, and others, when wished a Happy 100! respond with “I think I did a poo,” many others are brazenly crossing the line with hats, streamers, balloons, cake, and a total disregard for the consequences their longevity will have on society.
The November issue of National Geographic brings some startling data to our attention: As of April 1, 2010, there were 53,364 centenarians. If we take this number and divide by 50 (or by 37, if we ask Herman Cain), we can see that this means a lot of really old people. Or, we can divide by 49, since Florida, which has about 1000 centenarians per square block, has its own Really Old People’s Census which has been held since April 2, 1513, when the first really old people arrived with the famous Spanish explorer Juan Ponce de Leon.
Ponce de Leon and his really old passengers were, as we can totally understand, searching for the mythical Fountain of Youth. When the Native Americans in Residence responded to PdL’s offering of cheap beads and Cain campaign DVDs, by shooting a poison arrow into PdL’s shoulder, his passengers were permanently stranded in the New World. Unfazed, they then decided to stay where they were and to invent white pants that could be worn year round. Fascinating as all this revisionist history is, we must return to the topic at hand.
Worse news from National Geographic: It is projected that there will be 601,000 centenarians in the US by 2050, a veritable deluge of really old people and one that threatens to spill over the borders of Southern Florida into several unsuspecting states.
This writer has done a fair amount of research, mostly while ripping open a bag of M&Ms with her teeth. And something startling has been uncovered to explain the dramatic rise in centenarians. Census 2000 was the first time in history that the 65 years and over population did not grow faster than the total population. Yet the older population, 85 years and older, showed the highest gain. This can only mean that a lot of people are bypassing the years 65-85 and jumping right into the 85+ group. We have no idea why this would be so. But it brings us to the very real possibility that others are bypassing the 85-99 age group and leaping right to 100.
Since all this data has entirely too many numbers in it, and since this writer doesn’t like numbers to begin with, we will end with one request: If you are over age 65, please consider going through all the numbers required and in the proper sequence before you hit 100. Don’t worry. Social security might be bankrupt, but we’ll make sure there are enough party hats, balloons, and cake for you.
scatteredpeicesofme
November 17, 2011
“Since all this data has entirely too many numbers in it, and since this writer doesn’t like numbers to begin with…” This, among other parts of this post, made me laugh the hardest. Thanks for that. 🙂
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
Thanks for visiting Life in the Boomer Lane and for your positive comment. I grovel at your feet.
k8edid
November 17, 2011
Hey, once you hit the age of Senior Discounts at IHOP or Golden Corral, there is no need to linger around those piddling middle old-age years fraught with “donut holes” in your medicare coverage. Get right to the flaming birthday cake, pronouncement of your longevity by Willard Scott, and taking your driving lane right out of the middle of the road that you can’t see over the steering wheel.
I am afraid all 601,000 centagenarians will be living in my neighborhood in 2050 when I shall be a sprightly 95 years old (and probably still working) or staging an “Occupy Ponce deLeon Park Rally and Wheelchair Parade”.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
I’m seriously moving to that neighborhood. I can’t see over steerig wheel now anyway, so it would make things a lot easier if I could drive in the middle of the road.
k8edid
November 17, 2011
Come on down, the weather is great, and driving is an adventure.
Arindam
November 17, 2011
Good one. I never enjoy these stats & numbers, but you are such a wonderful writer that, u made it interesting by inserting glamour in this post from your side
Arindam
November 17, 2011
Oops! by mistake i wrote glamour instead of humor in that comment.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
I don’t care about spelling when people are hurling compliments my way. But seriously, I was getting all excited about the glamour part. I’d like to be a glamorous humor writer.
Arindam
November 18, 2011
You are a glamorous humor writer. 🙂
Kathryn McCullough
November 17, 2011
Okay, I turn 50 next year. I take this to mean I could skip turning half a century all together and move right on up to 100, by-passing all the messy math and odd numbers in between. Were I to do that, could you arrange for the party hats and cake? I like white cake with buttercream icing–in case you care–lots of icing–in the event that you are feeling extra generous. This route to skipping 50 really works for me, especially if there is lots of cake involved. Did I mention extra icing?
Kathy
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
See, this is exactly what I’m talking about. People like you refuse to do all the hard work in the years between 50 and 100, things like trying to make sense out of all those pesky Medicare options and lobbying for soft food choices on the Denny Early Bird Specials Menu. You just want to skip to the perks. And yes, you did mention the extra icing part. Shame on you.
Tori Nelson
November 18, 2011
Question Sandwich with Kathy’s question. Next year I’ll turn 25 which is, like, a quarter of a hundred. If Kathy’s cheating can I cheat? Sure, it’s like skipping 75 spaces on a board game, but in multiplication terms, it’s only like fudging the numbers by 4. I also covet the heavy frosting and prefer party hats without the chin-restricting elastic 🙂
lifeintheboomerlane
November 18, 2011
Whaaaaa, you are 24???? 24, as in barely old enough to vote and still having breasts that are in the correct place? When I was 24 I was walking through snow drifts up to my neck, and it wasn’t even snowing. Damn. I do remember that the wheel had been recently invented, and we were all really excited about that. But I digress. Damn. I don’t want to digress. You are 24, and you are a seriously dynamite writer. You will be famous someday that won’t have anything to do with violence or political corruption. Now I can get back to the icing part: I hate icing, so you two can have mine. Done.
gojulesgo
November 17, 2011
I plan on hitting all the numbers, but I might not remember them all because I will be too busy drinking and yelling at neighbors for parking their flying cars too close to my lawn.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
Oooh, I hope I live to see flying cars. “Blade Runner” had them depicted in 2019. Throwing trash out of a flying car window brings up a whole new set of possibilities.
K.L.Richardson
November 17, 2011
I remember when (OMG! I really said that!) I was a young Boomer and the prevalent saying was don’t trust anyone over 30….remember? Well, I remember a fair amount of trauma surrounding my 30th birthday, but surprisingly the years in between have somehow all blended together and low and behold yesterday I received in the mail my packet explaining Medicare. How the f did that happen I want to know? Where did those years go and is this going to happen again so that I all of a sudden hear Willard announcing my name? And who will announce Willards name? Oh the humanity!
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
There have always been all kinds of people walking around completely shell-shocked, saying “I just used to be a kid yesterday, and now I am 30 and I can’t find my bong,” and boomer+ parents responding with “Are you going to move out of the basement now?”
nrhatch
November 17, 2011
You’re FUNNY! Thanks for the smile. Are there any M&M’s left?
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
Let’s be serious, please. Get your own damn M&Ms.
My Inner Chick
November 17, 2011
–Boomer,
Looooooooooooooove your posts! :)) xx
Audubon Ron
November 17, 2011
See, this is exactly why I took up smoking – for the kids.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
I can relate. We make these kinds of sacrifices, don’t we?
Main Street Musings Blog
November 17, 2011
Isn’t it hard to blow up a balloon when you’re on oxygen?
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
That’s where the tank comes in handy. Oh wait, that’s helium. I always get the two confused.
Carl D'Agostino
November 17, 2011
Despite failing health there is an advantage to being 100. No peer pressure.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
Good one, Carl.
TheIdiotSpeaketh
November 17, 2011
I’m with you….I’m just hoping to hold on until we get to Flying Cars like on Blade Runner….
Elly Lou
November 17, 2011
Mmmmmm cake. Wait, what?
In addition to year round white pants, I’m pretty sure they come up with that practice of embroidering flip-flops on everything.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
I can’t even read this comment without having a seizure induced by thoughts of what passes for clothing on that part of the planet.
John
November 17, 2011
I plan to live until I die. I’m pretty committed to this.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
Funny guy, John, but seriously, you have no plans for after that? Vampire chic? Advisor to John Edward? Elvis biographer?
John
November 17, 2011
Despite the current chicness of Vampire chic, I’d consider that one. Hey, here’s a thought. I realize money isn’t everything, but I’ve never seen a poor vampire. Isn’t that interesting?
As for John Edwards, he’ll have to rely on someone else.
ryoko861
November 17, 2011
My mil is 93. And never fails to remind us every time we talk to her. Her sister is 96 or something old like that. So add them to the statistics. I doubt I’ll make it to that age, but it would be neat to find out what our country is like in the next 50 years.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2011
No doubt that the aging demographics will have a huge impact. My aunt is 90, and everytime I visit her in the assisted living, I think about how I would do things if I were in charge.
notquiteold
November 17, 2011
I plan to skip one month a year. Probably February.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 18, 2011
That might actually be a really good plan.
pegoleg
November 18, 2011
The urgent question is how will the Florida Restaurant Association will handle the increased demand for cafeteria-style restaurants when all the patrons descend on them at 4 and leave at 5?
lifeintheboomerlane
November 18, 2011
A serious concern. As will be the demand for styrofoam boxes and doggie bags and the entire depletion of all the little packets of sugar and that pink stuff.
shannon Phelps
November 18, 2011
Well, this column certainly gave me my laugh for the day, just wish I weren’t 65 and live in Fl!!!
lifeintheboomerlane
November 18, 2011
As long as you don’t eat dinner out at 4PM and then take most of it home, along with all the sugar and little pink packets from the table, you’re OK. And thanks for visiting Life in the Boomer Lane!
She's a Maineiac
November 18, 2011
I love Carl’s comment. There are good things about making it to 100. No peer pressure, no need to give a crap about anything. My grandmother lived to 100. We had a big celebration for her, reserved a banquet hall…invited lots of people, had a cake, decorations etc. All of us went up to a microphone to tell stories and talk about what she meant to us. As I was sitting there in the audience next to her in her wheelchair, she kept sighing loudly. I asked her how she was doing and she gave me a look, rolled her eyes and said, “What the hell are all these people up there yapping about anyway?”
lifeintheboomerlane
November 18, 2011
Priceless. Was she that way throughout her life, or did she become that way later? Mu aunt just turned 90 and she has gome from being really feisty to being very calm and grateful for everything that comes her way. Five years ago, she was the poster child for the Glass Half Empty belief system.
She's a Maineiac
November 19, 2011
She was very down-to-earth her entire life. A typical Mainer: a stubborn, tell it like it is, hilarious woman. When she hit her 90s, she was even more so. I hope to be like her someday. No finer gift than to be able to laugh at the absurdities in life.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 19, 2011
She sounds wonderful, indeed.
Walker
November 19, 2011
I’m going to have to manufacture some daughters, cause I’m pretty sure that if I live that long my sons will have tired of dealing with me!
lifeintheboomerlane
November 19, 2011
We should all try to manufacture children who are both natural caretakers and have the ability to make a lot of money. But that would take a forsight we don’t have when we are starting out.