Living dangerously . . . when you're in your 60s

As you get older, "living dangerously" takes on a whole new meaning. What gets my pulse racing these days is driving to the corner store without wearing my seat belt, to see if I can make it without getting caught; or leaving my asthma inhaler at home when I go for a walk in the neighborhood. No doubt about it: at 62, I'm the consummate risk taker.