Depressing Realization of the Day

So David Cameron, it appears, is “the youngest Prime Minister in the 200 year history of British government.”

I’m older. He was born in late 1966. I was born in early 1965.

I think that’s a first for me, being older than a prominent, contemporary world leader. Granted, there have been child and teenage heads of state — eons ago. And maybe some tiny kingdom somewhere has been led by someone my junior in my lifetime. But I certainly don’t recall the front man of a major nation, certainly not one of the G-8, being younger than me.

There was a similar day, about seven to eight years ago, when I realized that virtually all active professional athletes — even the most enduring — were younger than me. And now this.

I’ll get over it. But if you don’t mind, give me at least 24 hours to wallow in self pity. That’s all I ask.