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It's official: I will soon be a baby-boomer collecting Social Security

When "super-wife" and I left the local Social Security office yesterday, the question hit me like a brick.

"Does this make me a senior citizen," I asked her as we drove out of the parking lot?  I had just provided the final information to start receiving benefits in late October about one month after my 62nd birthday.  I am a member of the first class of baby-boomers born in the first year right after the end of World War II.

We are a large demographic group that has seen our parents transition through these changes from an everyday job to retirement to Social Security.  Along with these changes comes the challenge of re-engineering your identity and your purpose.

For the past few years when asked about my age, I'd quip that I'm a senior citizen in-training.  It was an easy answer that usually got a few chuckles and didn't require me to think much about the new chapter of my life that had been opened.

When I asked my wife her opinion about whether she thought I had officially crossed over into the land of senior citizens and the discounts that come with it, she smiled and said I had. 

So, there I am.

I'm a senior citizen.

Today, when I go to my friend Ken's house for lunch, I need to stop at McDonalds and hoist a reduced cost cup of coffee and do it with pride. 

By the way, I applied for benefits online.  It was easier than I thought it would be.  I had to visit the local office once to verify my time in the military.

Like a young Cub Scout walking over the bridge to the highest rank, I've crossed over.