We live on a block and in a neighborhood of younger individuals and families, different than our 78 and 73. We speak and wave in driveways or dog walking, as we come and go in our daily lives. I often want to ask one of the younger ones to join me on front porch or meet for iced tea or coffee. I have not.
My belief, with no information, is the younger ones think of me as too old, disconnected from their lives, nothing to contribute. So, the gap in generations, of the younger and those not, continues. I know I am "less than" by not finding my way to reach across, to connect with those not knowing JFK or memories of MLK.
I am still here, speaking, waving to the younger, and those not.