So there you have it. Dr. Elena, M.D., said it loud and quite clearly. At 65, I am officially a codger. I'm just a specter of my youth. Middle age is in my rearview mirror and fading into the past. My bumper-to-bumper warranty is almost, ahem, expired. Wave good bye to tanning salons, sweet tea, hair and charmed flirtations. It's time to anchor in safe harbor, tune in to Retirement Living TV, and trade in my libido for a Buick.