I used to be the youngest person in the room. I'm not sure when that changed, but a recent trip to South Carolina made it abundantly clear those days are behind me.
The first clue came at airport security. As I approached TSA screening, the agent asked whether I had any hip replacements or metal in my body.
Hip replacements? Really? Was there something about my appearance that suggested I was carrying around titanium joints? I smiled and said no, but thought, Do I really look that old?
Apparently, I'd entered a new demographic without official notification.