There seems to be great freedom that comes when you get older. I remember reading an article a year or so ago that suggests that those in their 60’s and 70’s were the most content and happy. Fascinating. I am reminded of a gentleman who used to walk the neighborhood around my boy’s school. I would always take notice of him and watch him. In some ways I guess I was marveling at the possibility of being like him one day. He was always alone and walked at a very slow pace with his cane and cigar. He never said a word, rather he just observed. Plus he had a…