Eighty

It has been an interesting week at work. I often try to guess the ages of the people I am working for and I am most often dead wrong. I rarely bring it up, but after a few days, it is usually revealed for some reason or other. We were the guests (at least they made us feel that way) of a couple of retired bankers. Jock is a hunter, and you can easily believe it by the trophies in his family room and his rugged outdoor appearance. He is a large, strong man, with bushy eyebrows and a deep, harsh voice. But he has a heart of gold. He treats his golden retriever like his best friend, and when he found out we have a fund raiser garage sale every spring, he immediately went out to his garage and gathered up a pile of stuff for us, including an excellent micro-wave/convection oven.
His wife, Carol, is a delight. She is conversant on any topic and has an intelligent opinion on everything without being shrill. Her hot button is travel and indeed, she was on the phone and the Internet most of the time we were there, booking her next trips. She travels at least 4 times a year and has been in 120 countries. Her next trip is to Brunei and Borneo. She and her girlfriend travelling companions have had some real adventures over the years. Nothing scares them except, perhaps, sitting on the beach in some well travelled resort.
And their ages? They are both 80! I guess 80 is the new 70.