The days when elders were seen as wise and important contributors to their communities vanished long ago. Thanks to advertising and social media, eighty-year-olds and up are associated with diapers, dementia, and a mountain of hospital-looking equipment that reduces them to their “Activities of Daily Living (ADL)” needs.
I graduated college December 21, 2012 and was summarily catapulted into real life. Certainly the past 22 years have been real; I have had my share of trials to date, but until now I had been living the life of a child. Childhood, in my view, was characterized by a lack of independence and the accompanying stress. As a child proper I depended wholly on my parents for support and guidance and as I grew this reliance diminished but never went away fully.
I grew up surrounded by the biggest names in aging. Eden’s first class of Regional Coordinators was initiated in my house, and I have met countless aging professionals since. My father took me to see the first Green Houses open in Tupelo, Mississippi. As a child I wore one of the first Eden shirts ever to come off the press. The point is I have been connected to the aging movement since I first started aging myself.
I have some views I would like to share on tourism. But it just so happens that David Foster Wallace has already written my thoughts in a way far more skillfully than I could ever hope to do. (See the rest of his essay “Consider The Lobster” here). As I see it, it probably really […]