Serendipity:the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought
I came in from the 100 degree, sun drenched, morning after hefting some fifty retaining wall stones as a part of my back yard remodel. I cleaned up, and stared at the fatigued, yet somewhat invigorated, gray haired man shaving in my mirror and wondered why I did not feel OLD.
I was 6 months from official retirement age.  I was unable to work non-stop in the Arizona summer sun as I had not so many years ago.
Yet the memory of Coach Newton telling us how important YOUTH was while enduring his “10-count” leg lift exercise in 7th grade Gym Class, was so fresh in my mind, I could still see the faint outline of the six-pack built over the course of 4 years of Wirt Phys Ed.
I am not old, I am merely preparing for my 3rd Adulthood.  My first Adulthood lasted some 25 years and culminated with the High School Graduation of our children.  My second adulthood now approaches it’s end as our Grandchildren start to embark on their First adulthoods.
Change has been a constant in my life, but it seems to peak just before the adulthood cycle reboots and a fresh new set of adaptive challenges re-invigorate my mind.
Which brings us to the phenomenon defined above:
There is a phrase that was uttered by a Priest during my 1st Adulthood: “Let Go and Let God”.
There is also a phrase that I came up with during my second “Get Control of what you can truly Control and leave the rest to destiny”
So I’m watchin Indiana Jones say “It’s not the years honey, it’s the mileage” because my holiday channel surfing landed me at this particular scene, at this particular time.  At the same time I was googling “Rick Jason” (the Combat guy) an actor who happened to appear in an obscure but interesting California western called “Sierra Baron” that had “sucked me in” earlier that morning. 
And there on IMDB was reference to a TV Pilot created by Orson Welles that Rick Jason was in, called “The Fountain of Youth“.
A fascinating bit of TV that was apparently too sophisticated for the sponsors that ran TV in the 50s.
Ain’t life grand.