Growing Old...er

I'm not old...right? Just older...right?
Whatever!
Rats! When did that happen?

Before the end of summer, I'm going to be the "Old man" of the facility. The new supervisor that has recently arrived at SGF was born the year I was a senior in high school. The one that arrived last year, after that!

I used to respond to people that addressed me as "Mr. Hill" with "I'm John. Mr. Hill is my dad."
Now I'm starting to realize that I AM Mr. Hill!

With the erratic hiring practices of the FAA, the controller workforce is nearly divided into two groups--one that is eligible to retire and one that averages five years or less experience with only a few that fall in between the two. Because I came into the controller work force at the age cut off, I am pretty far down the seniority list. I think they should give seniority points for age, too!

In any case, I am now older than the parents of most of the new kids coming into the controller work force!

Sacre bleu!

John <><