“It is hard to avoid concluding that sooner or later we will have to turn the clock at least part of the way back.”
They say you’re only as old as you feel and I suppose there’s a bit of truth to it. Four years ago, when I turned the big 5-0, I decided that if I was going to clock another fifty and hit the century mark in April of 2044, that things were going to have to change. Two decades of pounding the pavement around Newport Bay had left me with a bad back and cartilageless knees, and it had gotten to the point where after my routine jogs, I was returning to the office looking like the Eveready bunny sans batteries. I was still going, but the remaining distance and time was likely the subject of heated debate up and down the PIMCO halls. What then, was an investment chieftain of international renown to do? How could I regain that snappy edge that boldly announced that I was a rabbit for the new millennium instead of a run down rodent holed up in the twentieth century? Well, make some changes of course - gulp vitamins, take yoga lessons, relax a little bit more at home with the fam. These things and more, I am happy to report, have succeeded in putting a snap back in my step that I hadn’t recognized since the day when I was seventeen years old and "Greedy Greta" Mueller suggested we go parking one late evening in the Los Altos hills.
William H. Gross