I still eat potato chips, Twinkies and drink Coke. My friend's dad is 95. My mother just turned 85. I'm 63. We ate fried chicken cooked in lard, sat way too close to the TV, rode around in cars without seatbelts (car seats?), had tin roofs, pedaled our bikes down the middle of the street or on the shoulder, hitchhiked, all the stuff our kids and grandkids would never be able to do today.

Betty White turns 100 in four months. President Carter is 97. It is estimated that among the Boomer generation, between 500,000 and two million will live past 100. Considering the costs of health care in this country, in its current configuration, even splitting the difference would overburden an overtaxed system we have at the moment.

When I was born, in 1958, my life expediency was between 69-73 years. Yet my grandparents (with one exception) all lived from 75-94. Genealogists say those are the best barometers of your lifespan. Now, there are variables that could alter projections and estimates. The current pandemic, civil unrest, climate change, another Depression, wars. All of those things could alter projections.