Last Saturday I was supposed to meet with a group at Gas Works Park.   Looking for familiar faces, I took a walk around the park.  It was a beautiful hot (for Seattle) summer day.   There were several weddings going on.  As I hiked around the hill there were two women in their twenties sunning themselves.   I overheard one say to the other earnestly, “ Things just won’t get better until these old people die off”.    They must mean me, I thought.