The Masoretic version of the Bible purported that Methuselah achieved the epic age of 969. His name has become synonymous with longevity in the West. No one in modern history has touched his nonacentarian record, although my great-grand aunt Bert lived to 103.
She circled the world in a sailing ship. One port of call was Bangkok. Bert was the first of my family to visit the Siamese capitol, but not the last. Other relatives have reached ripe old ages. My father lived to 90. I expected to hit at least 110 if only because many more Americans are living longer, for wrinklies are becoming the largest growing segment of the population.
Why?
People don’t die as much as they used to die.
Once past 30 few people want to live by the James Dean adage ‘live fast and die young.
Even morticians don’t want to hump fat kids and those ghouls will hump most everything dead. With that macabre phenomena in mind I’m living as long as possible. I don’t want anyone touching my dead flesh until I’m way pass my prime. Of course Vulcans like STAR TREK’s Mr. Spock live to 300. LIVE LONG AND PROSPER or Dif-tor heh smusma in Vulcan.