The boomers grew up listening to the Beatles, the Rolling Stones and the Who. My Generation — remember that? When I’m 64 — I know you remember that song. We joked about getting older — and now, here we are. We are the age our parents warned us about. Linda and I just celebrated a milestone. We were born on the same day, in the same year. Yet, amazingly, she is ten years younger than I am. How does that happen? The other amazing thing and something I am so grateful for, my mother sent us a birthday card. My point here is that all of us are living longer and have to plan for all the eventualities.

And there are many.

There are financial considerations. Many experts contribute to this magazine who have wonderful information regarding plans for the future — what you will need for the years after retirement [and there may be many years]. Other experts can provide advice on caregiving, emotional and physical help to get through some of the tough times.

Our main focus in Generations Magazine is to let you know you are not alone. Help abounds. You merely have to ask. Here’s my joke for this column:

Two lazy guys are laying down against a tree, one on one side, the other on the other. Suddenly one of the guys says, “There’s a huge procession headed down the road. There’s limousines, beautiful girls, a giraffe, an elephant and a marching band. It’s incredible.” The other fellow says, “Gosh, I wish I was on your side of the tree.”

Don’t be that lazy guy.