I cannot recall ever watching a comedian in a office building's black-walled basement room, crowded with folding chairs, and a small stage. But when a neighbor offered two tickets that he couldn’t use to see a comedian he loved, I thought why not?

The room was packed.  I would say that less than 5% of the audience was over 35.  The comedian whose name I’ve already forgotten had the audience in the palm of her hand.  I would say that I got two-thirds to three-fourths of the jokes, but the audience loved her.  And the laughter was contagious.  So I loved her too.

Even at 80-something, one should be open to new experiences.