It always makes me chuckle when I see children attempting to out-wit their teachers. The group I met with must have been told not to ask the author how old he is. That said, one young thinking student raised her hand and asked, “What year were you born in?”
I smiled and said, “You know it says right on my website that I’m a mid-century classic.”
The student in question looked confused, thought a few beats, then asked, “Yeah, but what year were you born in?”
I answered, “Nineteen-forty-nine.”
“I knew it,” she said, giving a classmate a high-five.
But this prompted another question from yet another student. “But how old are you?” a young man asked. (The teachers could be heard to audibly gasp.)
“Oh, that’s simple,” said I. “I’m a quarter of a century times two, plus the set of two times five, plus the set of three plus three.” Brows furrowed. Wheels began turning.
“Sixty-six?” cautiously asked one young lady.
“Yes,” I said.
“You don’t look sixty-six,” said another.
“Thank you,” I said, “and I still jog 3 to 4 miles a day.”