Received an email in my spam folder from a dating service for ‘seniors’ aged fifty and older. Now, that’s just a bit much. It’s like the letters I receive from the awful AARP. I realize that anyone can join them, but the letters are always pitched to that wonderful creature, the ‘senior’. Apparently there are no old people anymore, only ‘seniors’ – it’s as though they never left high school, which, come to think of it, may be the point. In any case, I have seven years before I hit fifty, thank you very much. So no, I’m not yet a senior. I’m – what? – a sophomore? ‘Wise fool’, that sounds about right, and I plan to remain one for a long time to come.