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My Early Morning Gig

After I agreed to be this month’s guest speaker at the Women’s Breakfast Club in Concord, MA, I asked myself how I could possibly get myself up at the crack of dawn on a December morning and drive fifteen miles to speak to a distinguished group of women over 65. Knowing my luck, I would face a blizzard or at least a serious traffic jam.

It turns out that when I got out of bed, the sun was shining, and I got to the Colonial Inn in Concord with time to spare. The Inn, built in 1716, was at its Christmas-best, including a gorgeous display of gingerbread houses.

The welcoming audience of interested and interesting women made me feel like Michelle Obama on a book tour.

They listened to me for about thirty minutes, and then we had a great discussion about the issues and opportunities that 70-somethings face—like how it feels to be invisible, relationships with our grown children, even how it feels to be offered a seat on the subway.

It was over far too soon.

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Paul Albert

I hope you hold that we -- your readers -- are also a welcoming audience of interested and interesting people who value getting to know you through your blog and are grateful you share your life with us. The topics you discussed after the talk -- like how it feels to be invisible, relationships with our grown children, even how it feels to be offered a seat on the subway -- I would love to hear more about. Maybe at some point there could even be a way for more interaction among us about navigating our eighties.

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