The market tries to ignore the elephant somehow. But the elephant remains.
The elephant in this case isn’t death, as in the Jason Isbell masterpiece it’s aging. We’re all doing it.
I was born at the height of the baby boom. For men that was 1955. For women, like my wife, it was her birth year, 1957. I will be 63 at my next birthday.
This means we’re both approaching retirement. Mine is virtual – writers retire to pine boxes. My wife’s is literal – she would rather be reading a story. The point is we’re not alone. My cohorts have always been the pig in the demographic python – we still are.
My generation is also likely to live longer than our parents. Today a 66-year old can expect to live another 17 years, on average.